I HAVE TWO FUCKING MONTHS TO MOVE.
It's not fucking fair.
I'm happy here god damn it! This room is MINE. It's got MY candles and my satanic shit and my fucking artwork in it. My house, my room. It was only on the god damn market for 2 FUCKING WEEKS, and now we have 2 months to move. I like my god damn house. It's perfect. It actually feels like a fucking home, unlike my other house, which feels like I'm living in a god damn hotel all the fucking time. I already fucking moved once in the last year I don't need to fucking move again. This is wayy too much for me..
I feel fucking invisible.
The only person I have is my boyfriend and I love him I just feel like I'm putting my problems on him and expecting him to fix all of them and that's just not right, you know?
I also have Eric but I don't want to complain to him all the time, he has his own problems to deal with and he doesn't need mine on top of them.
I have the Movement but it's not like they really notice when anything is wrong either because I have such a good act.
My grades are gonna go to shit.
This is so much.... I don't even know how or even WANT to begin to deal with this.
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