I need to vent.
I'm lonely. I'm depressed.
No one understands.
When I say I'm depressed, everyone assumes that that it is because of my father, and yes, that is a huge part of my problem. I miss my daddy desperately. I feel like I've been cast aside.
But there is more to it, like I said.
I've moved from the only home I've ever known, to a strange little house where I have no space that I can call my own.
My room has a hope chest, my dresser and my bookcases. My CDs are all over the floor, for lack of anyplace to put them.
I have no place to call my own.
No bed. No place to sit. Nothing.
I have no friends.
No there are friends, but again, no one that can help, and I need help.
I'm trying to so hard. I'm downsizing. I'm trying to organize better, but it is so hard to do on my own.
I don't think I was cut out for this.
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