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So.
I'm currently sitting on the floor of my now bare room. Last night in my house. It's a little weird.
Last night was my last night at work and they gave me balloons and tiny cupcakes and a card that had no right to say all the incredibly nice things on there that were said, and we locked up dancing to Bowie. So... that's that, I guess. I'm going to miss those people so incredibly much. We were honestly like a family.
My stomach's been roiling the last day and a half because God only knows why. It's stupid, because hundreds of people do this every day without a second thought, but I'm just awesome because I keep things too bottled up, too under pressure that makes everything inside twist and twist tighter and tighter until it finds a release. This is all ridiculously stupid of me, I know, because it's going to be awesome and so much fun, and I know this, but this is just my grieving process, I guess. I have to go through it to get to the other side. I need comfort so bad right now in the worst way, but then I'll start crying and won't stop for a long, long while. Hopefully I can put that on hold and not have a complete meltdown when my parents are saying goodbye tomorrow. Oh God.
I dunno. I just feel like an idiot for being so stupidly sentimental. But that's just me, sigh. Here's to hoping everything goes well tomorrow. See you on the other side.
I'm currently sitting on the floor of my now bare room. Last night in my house. It's a little weird.
Last night was my last night at work and they gave me balloons and tiny cupcakes and a card that had no right to say all the incredibly nice things on there that were said, and we locked up dancing to Bowie. So... that's that, I guess. I'm going to miss those people so incredibly much. We were honestly like a family.
My stomach's been roiling the last day and a half because God only knows why. It's stupid, because hundreds of people do this every day without a second thought, but I'm just awesome because I keep things too bottled up, too under pressure that makes everything inside twist and twist tighter and tighter until it finds a release. This is all ridiculously stupid of me, I know, because it's going to be awesome and so much fun, and I know this, but this is just my grieving process, I guess. I have to go through it to get to the other side. I need comfort so bad right now in the worst way, but then I'll start crying and won't stop for a long, long while. Hopefully I can put that on hold and not have a complete meltdown when my parents are saying goodbye tomorrow. Oh God.
I dunno. I just feel like an idiot for being so stupidly sentimental. But that's just me, sigh. Here's to hoping everything goes well tomorrow. See you on the other side.