Zach is packing up his things. He will be gone by Friday night/Saturday morning. I should be glad he's going...he's throwing a fit about two missing pillowcases. But I'd rather have HIM here, and ANGRY, then nobody at all. I think that's kind of sad. I haven't know anything else for two and a half years. It's not like I'm the first person in the world to go through a break up. This year has just been so hard. The miscarriage. Zach. Now I might be losing my job.
The urge to pack up and take off is SO strong, but I can't afford to do that (especially now). This year is testing me, and I'm at my wit's end. Somebody, help me.
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