I was getting the full blown dramatics last night. Well it could have been worse but even tho my family was going out of town everyone was acting depressed that I was leaving 😐 When I got there I was so tired and I got my dog and just cried. I wasn't sad that I moved out I was sad that I was leaving my sister's I mean I've been an adult for a while so no big deal I was going to leave eventually but like I just feel like if I wasn't put into this situation and dealt pretty bad cards in life then I wouldn't HAVE to not so soon anyway. I just kept hearing this voice say I was going to fail and then have to move back home. Or that I'm the reason I'm depressed not my house or family and everyone is glad that I'm gone. But when I woke up this morning......I was so....happy? I mean I got to take a shower and I got to make breakfast in a real kitchen and my dog got to play outside it was great. I mean I might struggle for a little while but seeing her so happy and me being free? It was a great feeling.