And everything will yet again change.
In a mere two weeks from now I will be packing my bags and moving out of the house I’m currently in.
To where?
I haven’t the slightest idea. And it’s terrifying. Nothing in my life is consistent and I’m constantly being tossed around to different houses. I’ve lived in three different places in the past year. I hate the feeling that no place I live is permanent, that everything in my life is temporary and will all change in a few months.
And all of it is my fault. For just being myself.
I wish I wasn’t such a bother to everyone’s lives..





