damn mover trucks

Jul 09, 2005 00:42

I actually don't know how I'm doing.
I was working at the church today, and saw Mr. Ferrel in my dad's office working, cuz technically, it's his office now. I dunno, it was just wierd to see someone else where my dad is supposed to be.
Sunday is the last day my dad will preach down here. Before, I woulda been like "Oh, whatever." but latetly I've become really setamental about everything, and don't know if I'll be able to handle it. I already know my mom's gonna be bawling in the pue, and if I start too, then it'll make it harder for her to handle. And I saw on this calander that there's a Goin'-Away-Party for my family, and it's not for a while off, but I really just don't wanna go. I know I should to help "be strong" or whatever for my family, but I REALLY don't wanna go.
And why is so much of this hitting me now? I was realatively fine with the move a while ago, but it seems like for the past couple of days, I can't let it go, and I need to. Well, I gotta go, I have to get up to help tomarrow sorting and cleaning our house for the realetors to come and look at our house.

And my toe still has it's boo boo.

-MCizzles
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