worry

I'm high. 

I've been worried about telling my mom I'm moving, thinking she'd actually care about where I'd be going. 

Guess what she said instead?

Turns out, I was worried about her actually wanting to know where I end up, will I be safe, etc. I didn't realize that until I read the first thing she had to say. 

And just like that, I know why I have to get out. 

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I'm literally arguing with her now about letting my friends come in the house to help me move. 

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 This feels parallel to a few months ago. 

I texted Laura and she helped me refocus. And she pointed out that she may be just thinking about the kids. I think it's more loaded than that but I'll go with it for now. 


So I cried, I caved and I pulled all the containers out of my closet and sat them at my door. 

I want to fully move tomorrow. 

If not, by Sunday for sure.

My focus is moving out and moving forward. 

Moving out and moving forward. 

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