in a fit of hysterics as I realize my parents start moving out of our home tomorrow, the home I was brought into. I am so sad and so nostalgic when I think of the fact that I will NEVER see the inside of those four walls again. It was such a bittersweet place for me, a place where I felt the most hatred and misery, but where I felt the most at home, and the most love.
I feel shreds of heartache for my parents as they leave the house they wanted to grow old in, and reduce themselves to a shitty apartment.
I feel utter heartache when I think that my cat, Sylvia, has no home.
I feel so horrible when I think that every horrible, long day of working, and trying to make something of themselves was all for nothing, because they can’t even do the thing they love the most, gardening.
WHAT THE FUCK.