I’m sitting on the floor of my childhood bedroom and it’s like 2 AM and everything is in boxes. Like, literally every single thing is packed. We have to hand over the keys Monday morning at 9 sharp because the new owners are "eager" which is just code for they want us out as fast as possible.
unresolved grief

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