11 weeks - Thats all I have until I move, I can't breathe, I can't move, I can barely think. I feel like I'm going into lock down, I'm so scared. Dad just painted over one our favourite memories, the height measurements on the doorway, and it feels like he was painting over my heart, he was so ruthless about it. I'm scared I'm going to forget, that everything will eventually be disjointed imaginings.
I'm scared to lose my friends, and I know that if they are true friends it wouldn't happen. But people get busy, and it always happens. I'm scared to lose the other people, my classmates, because I know it will happen.
But most all I'm sad, and I just want to curl and cry because it's happening so fast. Too fast. And that makes me afraid because it's starting to hit me that this is it. After we move there's no turning back, just like everything else. It's also hitting me I finish school way too soon (okay two years, but still) and I'm just praying I get into what I want.
P.S. I think I have an anxiety disorder.