Today I completely freaked out.
First, I slept until 5 in the afternoon.
Second I caught my brother wearing my favorite shirt, again.
Third, everyone around me was just having a bad day.
And forth, I'm PMS'ing like a mofo.
I don't really know what's wrong.
I guess I just had a moment
where I realized how comfortable I am
at home and now I'm moving out in the fall.
Getting nudged regretfully out of the nest.
Yes, I KNOW I have to leave.
I KNOW I have to start my life.
But it's inevitable to feel sad about it all.
I won't be able to cuddle with my dog,
Or talk and hug my mom face to face,
Or cook dinner with my Dad and watch Vampire Diaries every Thursday.
Sure, I'll be able to do these things maybe every other week
But not every day.
It's just depressing.
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