PROZAC
Love, loathe, repeat.
Am I supposed to be happy? With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
I've been pretty busy lately! The last two weeks have seen me Leading the team at work and really hammering my job. It's been a busy, stressful but fun two weeks and I've already learnt so much with even more to learn over the coming month.
I found a new place too, I was meant to be moving in on Friday but apparently the estate agents decided to check the boiler the day before I move which has been a bit of a fuck around. Apparently it was fucked, so my moving in date changed from the Friday to Tuesday, in two days.
The reason this was a fuck around is mainly because I had already rented a van and had to be out the house on the 1st due to the old place being sold. So I ended up moving all my stuff into my mothers house - where I'm currently staying - and then I'll be moving again on Tuesday into my new place.
I still haven't bought the key things I need once I've moved. Like a fridge and bed. Silly me.
I'm going to be stupidly tired on Tuesday and to be honest, having my moving day fucked up and pushed back a few days has actually been a good thing. It's almost magnified how much I need to move out alone, how badly I need my own place.
Although being at my mothers, it might be due to past experiences or past events I've had here with SB, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately, more than normal. It's not even a full moon.
We made plans to grow old, believe me there was truth in all those stories that I told. Lost in a simple game of cat and mouse, are we the same people as before this came to light?
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