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Today sucked. I know people can't read minds, and I shouldn't expect them to, but it's getting more and more difficult to ignore the fact that soulmate material would be woven out of something stronger. I guess.
This week at work is going to be a titanic shade of suck.
I do not really want to buy a house. I do not really want to move into said house with my mother, resigning myself to taking care of her in her inevitable old age. I don't like thinking about my mother dying and what I might have left afterward. And I especially don't like doing it on my own. I want everyone to leave me alone, except the two people who actually are leaving alone.
Whine.
This week at work is going to be a titanic shade of suck.
I do not really want to buy a house. I do not really want to move into said house with my mother, resigning myself to taking care of her in her inevitable old age. I don't like thinking about my mother dying and what I might have left afterward. And I especially don't like doing it on my own. I want everyone to leave me alone, except the two people who actually are leaving alone.
Whine.