Moving

I'll be mostly done moving tomorrow. And then, I'll be close to him, where he can come by and see me any time he wants. Which is pretty scary and unnerving, actually. Because the reality is that he isn't that worried about me or how I'm feeling or what I'm going through. Plus, he only gives me minimal amounts of attention when she isn't around, which is not that often. Basically, it's when she's at work. So I know that I'm only a minor distraction and that he doesn't really care about me or about spending time with me. He just cares about biding his time until she comes home. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i hate them both

Wait a minute while I get myself together.



Ok. So yes, I'm moving, and attempting to keep it together. I have no strategies in place to help me do so. I also have very few people available to talk to about this, so I'm banking on school and work to keep me as distracted as possible. I'm also hoping that having my own place will allow me to make plans with friends and go out with friends and invite people over and then be alone when I feel like being alone.

At least that's the idea.