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bending_sickleSo I'm still hoping yesterday didn't quite happen, but I woke up with a pit in my stomach and nausea so maybe it did. My dad made pancakes, whatever that's supposed to mean. My brother's promised to call later.
Maybe over lunch I can actually communicate with my parents and this ultimatum can turn into a "hey this is something we both want, let's work to get it done" instead of some fucked up firing squad shit.
Don't quite know whether to start looking at Birmingham and Manchester flat shares, jobs, hostels, or perhaps going for option b which is ignoring everything for a little bit until it doesn't feel like my innards are trying to go out and explore the world without me. And yes, I've got songs on repeat. Le coping, it is not going well.
* "Back 2 Good", Matchbox Twenty
Maybe over lunch I can actually communicate with my parents and this ultimatum can turn into a "hey this is something we both want, let's work to get it done" instead of some fucked up firing squad shit.
Don't quite know whether to start looking at Birmingham and Manchester flat shares, jobs, hostels, or perhaps going for option b which is ignoring everything for a little bit until it doesn't feel like my innards are trying to go out and explore the world without me. And yes, I've got songs on repeat. Le coping, it is not going well.
* "Back 2 Good", Matchbox Twenty
