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I'm at my parent's. My mom and me arrived at midnight after 300 kilometers under the rain.

I'm tired to be ok, not ok, ok, not ok, ok, not ok, with my boyfriends for bullshits. Now it's ok. I'm gonna live with him two months and I'm happy, but I have to rest first.

I have to go back and finish my moving tomorrow (instead of today because of periods/need to sleep) - 300 km and come back here on friday. Or earlier.

My mom's brother in law died today of a cancer. I don't know what to do. I think I can't to much things.

Tomorrow when I just go back I'll visit some friends for a game we wanted to do for a long time, then I'll spent the night to my teacher's house for fun with my best friend. We have to do it now because he will leave for Paris on thursday and wenesday is the last time we can be together.

I must unpack everything that's downstairs. I'm trying to say "let's go" for three hours so, "let's go" again.

I'm sad.