I feel okay today. I shouldn’t stay up when I’m tired, my mind wanders. I just can’t stop listening to Video Games by Lana Del Rey, in a small way this song touches my heart. I’m still glad I went to your video game party, even if it’s killing me right now. 

I’ve got between seven and eight days left, I’m going to try to stay positive. Even if many of the logistics of my move are getting fucked up right now, I’ll try not to think about what I’m emotionally going to go through. I’ll wait till I get there.

I work today, my second to last day. I’m going to miss the ladies I work with, they’re all quite wonderful. I do love my job, but one day I’ll find something I love to do again. If all goes right today and tomorrow, hopefully I’ll get my car back. Even if I didn’t have to pay for the rental, the 300 or so I owe Enterprise is going to murder my bank account. I’m almost done packing everything, just a few more things to bring to my grandma’s then find boxes for my mom to be able to ship my things to me, it’s so hard to go through my life and pick and chose what I want to have with me and what I can wait to have with me again. 

I’m starting to get a little euphoric about this. Even if nothing is going right at this moment in time, like everyone’s been saying to me- it’ll all work out. And it’s starting to. I’ve already received an e-mail from a job I applied to, my car is almost all fixed up, and Friday is payday. Everything will get shipped, I’ll have my cats with me eventually, and I’ll be on a plane in a week, hopefully headed to happiness.