Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover? in In My World

  • April 20, 2019, 12:59 a.m.
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We will work things out because as long as we stay together we will always figure it out.

Breathe, It’ll be okay.


We have 30 days to find a new place to live and I don’t know how the actual fuck to deal with that. We were also told the end of May but we intend to be out by the 19th anyway. Or at least have all the major things moved and only have cleaning left.

I know we will figure it out, we always do. But like… having zero time to find somewhere to go (let alone somewhere with animals) is a fucking nightmare.

I remember having to pack and move the whole house inside of two weeks (twice) and I really dont want to fucking do it again. My emotional state is… shakey at best. PTSD is a real bitch.


It will be okay because it has to be. There is always a way.

....though I already feel bad about how clingy I’m about to get with Protector. I just know I cant do it without him. He is my rock and he’s the only reason I’m calm through all this mess. He saves me every time.


It has to work out okay.


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