I hate it. I hate change and I hate losing my normal comforts and what I know. The house finally sold so for the past month it has been non stop packing, saying goodbye to old memories and leaving who I am behind.
My mom tells me this is basically Oreos last chance. She doesn’t have much time.
Sasha is, at the very moment I’m typing this, dying in the back garden of my grandmas house. The vet is making a house call at 5 to end her pain.
My step dad has been out of town for the better part of the last 3 months so that is putting everything on my mom with the move.
My brother moved out and has completely disconnected himself from us and it really sucks because we need him to be present right now.
I’m in my last week of summer school so I have the stress of finals and final projects weighing on me.
My roommate and I are packing our house because the lease ends on Sunday so I have to do that with my studying.
I have absolutely no idea where my boyfriend and I stand right now. I’m 99% sure it’s over, and I’m okay with that, but our lack of communication isn’t helping the situation.
All at once, things are happening that I didn’t expect to happen. It all sucks.