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Housemate won't talk to me. Well, she will, but not at any sort of length. I don't know what's going on. It confuses me so much because if I did something wrong, I want to fix it. If something is wrong with her, I want to be there for her. But... she wont talk to me long enough for me to find out. Tomorrow my stuff is being moved to my Aunt's house. I'm house sitting there until the 24th of the month and hopefully at the end of that period somewhere else will have come up for me to stay... and then after that period somewhere else, and then another place and another and another... etc. Everything feels too temporary at the moment. I slept from about 4 yesterday until 8 this morning because if I'm being honest, I just didn't want to face the awkwardness of what life is at the moment. Today I've got a few things I need to do, though. And I also suck at segways. Deal with it. Buy phone so I can give other phone back to Mum. Get massage because... my back and neck are hurting more than ever before. Relax. Relax. Relax. Write. Layout. Relax. I'm ready to get back into work. I'm not ready to get back into life. Post a comment in response: |
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