It’s finally over.
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americasuitehearts“June 20th, 2024
On Saturday (rn is Thursday) I will be in Memaw’s house. It kinda sucks. I know why we are moving, we need money. Mom keeps saying that after a year there, we will have enough money to buy a house, but I don’t think that is gonna happen…”
We put an offer on a home, an actual fucking home, and now we’re buying that house. It’s not a trick this time; we’re actually leaving my grandma’s house. I kinda wanna cry.
I truly didn’t think I was gonna survive this past year and a half. My mom walked into my room a couple of minutes ago, and the next thing I did was dig through my old sketchbook to find that diary entry. I look back, and I’m a completely different person from then. I’m happy, yes, like really fucking happy, but it doesn’t even feel real. I feel disconnected, almost. I’m actually moving out of this fucking hell of a house.
Once we move, I’m not talking to my grandma. The mental damage this woman had caused me and my family is insane. She trying to get us not to move, but who gives a hell what she wants? You can yell at me and bully me as much as you want, but we’re finally leaving. I don’t think anyone else cares, but holy shit this is a big deal to me.
-r
On Saturday (rn is Thursday) I will be in Memaw’s house. It kinda sucks. I know why we are moving, we need money. Mom keeps saying that after a year there, we will have enough money to buy a house, but I don’t think that is gonna happen…”
We put an offer on a home, an actual fucking home, and now we’re buying that house. It’s not a trick this time; we’re actually leaving my grandma’s house. I kinda wanna cry.
I truly didn’t think I was gonna survive this past year and a half. My mom walked into my room a couple of minutes ago, and the next thing I did was dig through my old sketchbook to find that diary entry. I look back, and I’m a completely different person from then. I’m happy, yes, like really fucking happy, but it doesn’t even feel real. I feel disconnected, almost. I’m actually moving out of this fucking hell of a house.
Once we move, I’m not talking to my grandma. The mental damage this woman had caused me and my family is insane. She trying to get us not to move, but who gives a hell what she wants? You can yell at me and bully me as much as you want, but we’re finally leaving. I don’t think anyone else cares, but holy shit this is a big deal to me.
-r
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