Soo... I'm moving AGAIN. Thursday. It's been what? 4 weeks?
I got mad at her.. My contactperson, she called to tell me. She was all like sorry, sorry, sorry, that I'm telling you this so late but ..... giving reasons as why to they had to do it and stuff, sorry sorry sorry, i know its soon after the last time... All good reasons I guess but... what about me?
So I apologised and she seemed to understand but yeah. I dont know. I never thought moving around all the time would bother me so much. I dont really understand why, but it does.
You lost the things that you thought you would never miss.
You let them out and miss them while they're gone
But there's memories down here and they will always live down here
No they can't take them away, so they won't