We're moving. rob and me tallked about where we are going to put our stuff, and what not,

I go to work for 2 hours and him and his mom talk, and everything changes

they only tell me things if/when I have to know. or if they need my help. Im so tired of it...

I dont live here. People that live somewhere have a say in what goes on. I dont. Im just staying here....

I'm trying to keep smiling and happy and all that other festive shit. Really, I am.
Just feels like so much pressure. Don't be at all bothered by that horrible dream, just get on with the day. Clean up, eat, breathe, wash, work. Do everything that needs done.
Come about 4pm it's like everything just slows down and there's nothing left to do.
There's a card for my grandad outside my room for my brother and I to sign. Dad wants us both to walk down and give it to him. I don't...

We found a house. Its cheep. Its not far away. Everything is great......except...... its small. but its perfect

What is wrong with him?!
How dare he ask me about my 4yr relationship with Bryan?!
How can he ask me how I got over him?!
The boy who made me sucidal.
The boy who made me cut.
The boy who made me starve myself.
The boy who made me depressed.
The boy who made me cry forever.

The boy who made me stronger.
The boy who made me wiser.
The boy who made me smarter.
The boy who made me realize promises can be broken....

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