I am so tired. So so tired. My mind feels like melted ice cream. Nothing left but a sticky puddle of goop.
goop!
-whimper-
We've been doing nothing but moving for the past week. Moving and cleaning. Cleaning and moving. New house, new area, new surroundings, new driving directions, new routine... all new. I'm so tired and stressed out I don't even feel the stress.
i wanna go home...

scary. everything scary. bed still same. bed still safe. safe in room behind door. -whimper-
There's so much stuff to do still, like chores... So much stuff to get used to. So much adjusting.
Laundry's pointless; we're just going to wear the clothes again. Cleaning the room's pointless; it'll just get cluttered again. Unpacking's pointless; we're not staying here for long. Going through stuff is pointless; we should just get rid of all the sh*t that can't fit in a couple suitcases and a backpack to help us be more mobile. Everything's pointless. Let's just get high and watch netflix all day.
Rain's got her hands full with Lynn, who doesn't like all the change and spends most of the time crying. We don't have AC or a good fan in the place we had to move to, and none of us do well with heat. Especially stagnant, muggy, heat. The new Cassidy is a constant concern. My "secondary circle" of alters seems to be surfacing and "answering to needs" more than my "main circle", which is weird to me. Everything feels so chaotic and gloomy and stressful. I feel like boiling water that's just barely still in the pot.
new things. cats new. want chase. small dog new. -growl- don't like dog. threat. threat. my bed mine. my room mine. territory mine. dog need learn place. dog not alpha.
We need to get off our lazy @$$ and get a f*#king job. Move's done, now on to the next thing. I'm tired of being a f*#king leech. I'm tired of all this f*#king concern that we aren't stable enough for a job. I'll make us stable enough. It's time we got our sh*t together. We're not a f*#king kid anymore, we're not a f*#king teenager, and we're not getting those years back. Time to stop trying to make up for "lost time" and get the f*#k back on track.
There's so much to do and no time to do it in. And I'm already so behind...
Life is merciless. You will never get a break from it. It will continue going even if you've stopped. It won't wait for you, for us, for anyone. It doesn't care if you lose your job, lose your family, lose your dreams. It just keeps on going, and if you don't keep going with it, it'll leave you behind. It doesn't care how much you've been through. There will never be a break, a pause, a vacation, a sigh of relief. If you don't want to go on to the next day, that's too bad, because life will go to that next day without you. But if you've stopped living already, then what's the point of running around trying to play catch-up? And if you never get a break, then what's the point of continuously running around anyways? Life doesn't care about anything. Why should I?
i wanna go home...
I don't even really know what the point of this post is...I guess I just needed to rant a bit...I just feel so overwhelmed. Like I'm swimming and doing my best but I'm still drowning. I hope that now the moving's done things will start to calm down. Because I don't know how much more of this I can take...I'm just so tired...
I wish I could fall asleep and never wake up.
Shake it off, suck it up, and let's get sh*t done.
I think my head would hurt if I wasn't so tired.