I am ready to move from this soul sucking house. I am ready to feel good again. I am ready to get away from a person who is constantly lying to me. I ready to get away from a person who is constantly trying to tell me something is wrong with me and I should fix it.
Nothing is wrong with me. I feel like shit. What is wrong with that? Should we tally the past year?
My house was broken into.
The thing I most cared about in the world was sick for months, I had to make a decision to kill him. Then watched as the vet killed him and he died in my arms.
I have moved umpteen times last summer, and am on the road to a few more moves. It's stressful.
I have broken up with my "boyfriend" repeatedly, yet continued to live with him in an incredible uncomfortable situation of confusion and misery.
My grandfather died. And I never knew him and now it is too late.
My Aunt died. The week after I saw her lively and taking care of people. The week after I was feeling guilty for losing touch. Now it is too late.
To top it off, constantly feeling like I have no control over any part of my life.
What is so bad about feeling lost? What is so bad about feeling like I can't get a grip on life? I'm hurting. I refuse to hide it. I am working through it the best I know how. Am I doing a good job, probably not. Should I be expected to shoulder all of this in a mere 365 days, when this is a lifetime of bad shit, and not go a little crazy?
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