12,835 Days Alive
1 More Box to Unpack
With a great deal of help, and a little bit of crying, the last box of my things left to unpack is the box of shoes we don’t yet have a storage solution for. So they’re going to stay boxed for now.
Today was… well, fucking awful. I’ve cried so much today my head hurts.
I picked up the last of my stuff from the old place.
I’m so incredibly sad it worked out like this. I know I should be happy for the new chapter or whatever. That’s what everyone keeps telling me is to be happy.
But I lost a friend. And it sucks. A lot.
So I’m finally grieving properly from what happened in April. And it’s awful. I feel like roadkill and can’t wait for the weekend.
Never mind how sore I am for the actual physical process of moving. I’m just exhausted all around.
I’m going to miss Steph and Tink. We had a lot of positive memories I can hold dear, but I guess I’m glad I have my own space now, and I’m glad that Steph got hers.
Mentally, obviously, I’m not doing too hot. So I’m going to crawl into bed and get some sleep. I’ve got work tomorrow.
Take your meds, folks.
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