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I haven't updated this in forever because I don't have any good stories, except for ones that I'm tired of telling.
We're finally moved in but on a precarious perch.

My dog is gone.

My mother was functioning really well with the move until this weekend, buying us house supplies and being really supportive. I came home tonight to get some stuff, and I told her about our idea for a present for her- getting her a new tattoo in DC. She refused the present and then offered me whatever money was in her wallet, almost in tears. She never really thought we were leaving, and now we are gone and theres just... nothing. I am fucking torn. I never doubted anything until now, and now I can't doubt because this is right, and now I'm fucking crying in the goddamn library because I already miss her.

On top of this, someone I've had a pretty fucked up relationship with but whom I trusted as a friend fucked me over for the last time this week. I am DONE.


It's been a pretty bad week, minus 1202.