A new house with freshly painted walls and nice sofa slipcovers and new beautiful dishes that match the aforementioned walls and a snazzy desk and beautiful hardwood floors and a fireplace that works all mean nothing when you hate being alone. That would be my thought for the day.
Don't post a comment to talk me out of it or tell me it will get better, it's how I feel right this second and there's nothing wrong with that. Cranky? Yep. Every so often the enormity of what I'm doing hits me in the head and I get a bit cranky after.
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i am going to guess that you've moved then... go on and be cranky! I think you have every right to express whatever emotion you need to..
This is me, trying not to tell you that with time this will all be like some weird dream.
I apologize for the tone of that post...see the one for today about the painting not being done...that's a big part of the cranky. But the loneliness is too...but I'll get over it.
Thanks for trying not to tell me. /hug
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