i’m pretty much packed. loose ends are tied up as best as they can be this week. bills will be taken care of remotely, work is in order and lola will be cared for.
but i am not ready.
i want my six months, damnit. i need them. this is unfair and i don’t know how to handle it. i don’t know what the fuck to do and if i stop and think about how in the fuck or what in the fuck or anything, i’ll fall apart.
and i can’t afford to fall apart right now.
but it’s going to happen. everything is going to happen…too soon, too fast, too much…
and i can’t stop it.
