I'm not one of those people that relates to change easily. I rarely play things by ear; I need a structured shedule and a plan laid out before I do anything.
Since my graduation, everything is moving so fast. For one, having to go out and find a job so I don't end up sitting around my house all day. I need to make money for college etc. My friends all work more hours than I do, so I barely see them. When I do, everyone is exhausted and complaining about work.
As long as I'm on the subject about losing friends, I have lost one of my best guy friends. We liked eachother, but I decided that with my current situation that I wouldn't have time to be with him and that things would just be weird between us. I still liked him when I told him this, but afterwards, he didn't want to talk to me. Now, he's dating one of my friends.
On top of that, my house has been in foreclosure, since last September. My parents have been struggling to keep it, but with the economy, it's not easy. So we're moving. My parents told me that we were going to start looking at houses. They went and saw one house that was for rent; I didn't want to go, since moving away from the only house I've known is painful enough. They saw it. Liked it. But reassured me that they had one more to look at. I went away for a week after graduation and came back to hear these words, "By the way, we're going to rent that house. Your dad and I signed the papers already." They signed the papers without even looking at any other places. I have spent the last two weeks moving boxes to the new house and regretting every minute of it. My dad also says that he only plans to live there for a year before looking at other places.Now, I know I'm going to college so I'll only have to live there for about seven months, but still I'm going to have to drive 20 minutes to see my friends, who now only live a few blocks from me.
Another thing: my dog has a tumor in his leg. He acts fine; he can still run, he eats, etc. My parents decided that now would be the perfect time to put him down, since we aren't allowed pets in the new house. They constantly want to talk about it with me, but I refuse to talk. Questions like, "Do you want him cremated?" make my eyes swell up with tears.
All through this, I'm still dealing with decisions with what college I'm going to attend and where I'm going to get the money from to pay for it.
This is too much to deal with...don't you agree?
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