panic. sheerunbelievablepanicandohmygod.....
Well, that wasn't supposed to be one long cut text. I feel like crap but I feel like I need to pack more and finsish more work for my mom. The only place I have to put boxes is on the couch, or where furniture was before I took it apart. Oh god. Oh sweet fucking christ. I know I shouldn't panic, but I am. And I'm still tired. Work was forever,and I've been packing forever. And what the hell am I gonna do witht that fishtank? And the fish in it?