ember

I went out into the living room just now and discovered that all the posters that were on the walls have been taken down. My roommates are packing their stuff and getting ready to leave. It's all starting to become a little too real for me now.

I've been as strong as I possibly can be given the shitty circumstances. I went from having two great roommates and an amazing boyfriend to losing all three of them in less than two months. I've been staying as positive as I can, but this is just too much.

Watching everything go...there are so many memories attached to everything. And it's all going away in the blink of an eye.

Fuck. I was doing so well and now I'm sobbing like a little child again. I know I have to stay strong but I really can't take this anymore. Reality hurts way too much. I feel so helpless. I feel like everything I love is being ripped away from me and I have no control over anything. I know that bad things happen sometimes and there's nothing you can do except learn from it and move on...but it's so fucking hard. This is going to sound pathetic and juvenile but I really want my mom right now. I really just want to go home and forget about this place.