Tonight is our last night in this house. I'm nowhere near as done packing as I need to be. I'm fighting a headache, I'm emotionally exhausted, my stress level keeps spiking, and I'm mopey.
Let me check... Nope, not done whining yet. I'm tired of swallowing junk. Inside my brain hurts. I want to go to bed. I need friends up here. I'm fighting mental battles that I don't have the time or energy for right now. I cried in the shower last night, harder than I have in a long time, and I feel like I could again now. (The warm water would feel good.)
I'm not even sure if it's appropriate to post this. It's more raw than I usually do; normally I can keep myself in check. But V is in class, I can't text the friends I want to, and the house is silent. Okay, world. I'll be better tomorrow.