I have reason to believe packing day will be here very shortly. Got dealt a pretty shitty hand back in January (I was suspicious something was going on even before then...), and it's only gotten worse. I could be wrong; maybe my mom will somehow get us out of this craphole of debt with minimal harm, but honestly, I'm doubting it. Little figurine things and pictures we have on the shelves in the dining room are being packed away; I'm being told it's because they're "tired of cleaning them." My bullshit radar started going off for several reasons. I also heard my mom talking, asking a friend about being roommates, in a serious tone. It's embarrassing, but meh... Gonna keep trying to keep that smile on, so let's make the best of the days left, yeah?
Not sure. I have no idea where to even go, if it comes to losing the house. The only place I can think of is my aunt down in Florida, and I'm not sure she has internet. :/ It's frustrating how much she is /still/ spending, despite knowing how bad our financial situation is. ffs. I don't know when it's all going to go down, so I want to do stuff with everyone until then. Deathrun and surf, gogogo!