Moving is stressful. There is so much to take care of; so much to change. And then on top of that we have to actually move everything....
You would think that moving across the hallway would be easy as pie. But I am so nervous; three days. 5 1/2 rooms of stuff. An unfinished apartment to move into. Cleaning to do in the old apartment.
>.<
Why do I get this anxious?
I want the care-free easy going feeling my sister seems to have under wraps.
Please?
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Once in a while, after life has been passing you by, you're forced to wake up.
Your dreams fade, and life seems to go on without taking your shattered heart into account.
But there is always hope.
love my baby.
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