You'll change your mind come Monday.
I've realized that I hate change. I just can't deal with it.
I hate packing my life over the past nine months into six boxes.
I hate saying goodbye to people I love more than anything.
I hate knowing that this is the last time I'll ever be in this room.
I hate blank walls.
I hate having to throw most things away, even if they mean something.
I hate wanting to be in two separate places at once, but not wanting to leave either.
I hate that when I get in these "I hate" moods, I listen to sad music that makes me cry even more.
I hate not being able to express exactly how much something hurts.
I hate that it was raining today. It's going to make getting to sunny Colorado that much harder to deal with.
I hate finally feeling settled and having to pull everything from every corner of the room and start over again.
I've always been one of those people who says, "Oh yeah, I'll go with the flow, I'm laid back," but really... I don't like going with the flow unless I decide what direction it's going. I don't know if any of this has made sense. I just feel completely uprooted and disorganized and trapped, but I don't even want to escape. I just want to settle back into the way things were, but things are never, ever going to be that way again, with anything in my life. That's heartbreaking and scary.
Can someone scoop me up with all my things and settle me into some kind of permanent situation, please? Please?
I hate packing my life over the past nine months into six boxes.
I hate saying goodbye to people I love more than anything.
I hate knowing that this is the last time I'll ever be in this room.
I hate blank walls.
I hate having to throw most things away, even if they mean something.
I hate wanting to be in two separate places at once, but not wanting to leave either.
I hate that when I get in these "I hate" moods, I listen to sad music that makes me cry even more.
I hate not being able to express exactly how much something hurts.
I hate that it was raining today. It's going to make getting to sunny Colorado that much harder to deal with.
I hate finally feeling settled and having to pull everything from every corner of the room and start over again.
I've always been one of those people who says, "Oh yeah, I'll go with the flow, I'm laid back," but really... I don't like going with the flow unless I decide what direction it's going. I don't know if any of this has made sense. I just feel completely uprooted and disorganized and trapped, but I don't even want to escape. I just want to settle back into the way things were, but things are never, ever going to be that way again, with anything in my life. That's heartbreaking and scary.
Can someone scoop me up with all my things and settle me into some kind of permanent situation, please? Please?