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Okay. So things in my life have been looking pretty glum lately. Tonight, things got worse. Not only was it a really hot, sucky night at work filled with cocky people. Kids with attitudes, and tons of messes to clean up. I come home to find out that my mom and her boyfriend are breaking up after 7+ years. We are selling our house. We have to move. AGAIN. I really don't want to move anymore. I want to stay here. I want to live here. I would be giving up so much. Good friends. A job. Comfortable surroundings. I don't want to do it again.
I hope this isn't real.
I want to wake up. I don't want to believe this.
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I want to wake up. I don't want to believe this.
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