Derping around with the camera instead of packing things. That is right. After four months of moving out of my parents house, I'll be going back and the idea has been breaking my heart since the beginning of the month. I fell in love with Amadora, with the stores, with the friends I've met here, and, sadly to admit, with this small apartment. Although I could share it with my ex, I believe it not to be fair to him and to the sweet guy I'm with. My parents are actually thrilled with this, and have allowed me to go out at night (by this you must be going "wut?"). I'm leaving in just a few days to my old new life. Amadora, you will be missed but I will, surely, be back often as there are three people who live here who have conquered me.
My life lately has been stress and anxiety free and I've been feeling happy. I haven't taken my meds in a long time and I feel like I don't need it. I haven't had any meltdown of any sort and everything has been going smoothly. I can also feel like I've gain some weight, which means I'm ready to face my doctor, and hear what she has to say. I have plans for the money that now I'll have, one including an atelier, changing my hair (no surprises there) and some items I've been lusting for ages but haven't been able to buy.
Anyway, it's getting late and tomorrow I have a big day ahead of me, so here's just some snapshots from today, nothing special but I hey, its what you got.
Anyway, it's getting late and tomorrow I have a big day ahead of me, so here's just some snapshots from today, nothing special but I hey, its what you got.
I'll leave you with a song
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