Why, is the only question I can ask myself at this point in time. Why does life have to suck for me? Why do I always have to scrape, scrounge, hope and pray? Why is it that I have to fight so damn hard for everything in life? The most recent asking of why is the fact that I’ve been looking for apartments. Why? Because, if things don’t go well, then I will need to move at the end of March.
I don’t want to do it. I hate the idea of moving. I hate the idea of packing more than I hate the idea of moving. I did say, however, if we’re going to move, we’re going to rent a couple moving trucks and do it all in one shot. None of this carload at a time bullshit. I don’t know what we’re going to end up doing, frankly. I just hope that whatever happens, it goes easy.
I’m tired of asking myself why.
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