I think I'm starting to hit my breakdown. Please, please, please, let things get easier! Just, you know? Like, real feelings are happening. Can't take the stress. Don't even wanna hug my dog cos it makes me sad.

My car is 95% packed. And I still have room for wahtever clothes are in the laundry right now and my Brita filter, which is way more than I thought I would have. I think Corrie might even get legroom. Except, she might have to hold my shake weight. I dunno, I'll figure something out.