Great start to the day ... It's not even 9 a.m. and I'm crying.
Just got home from Kerang, where I've been for the last couple of days.
The stuff that I left in the bathroom, and in the lounge ... Just little bits and pieces ... Has all been put in my room.
I know my housemate is probably only trying to clean up, but it makes me feel like I don't belong here.
This isn't my house, so I can't have my stuff out.
Like I'm not wanted, neither is my stuff.
It hurts so much more, because my housemates stuff is still all over the kitchen table.
I know this is her house. I know she wants me to move out. But it hurts to know that I'm not wanted, to know that I don't belong here anymore.
I wish I could stop crying. I have to be at work in an hour.