Rock Bottom

I can't sleep. (Which is why this is being posted so late.)  This has been a very rough weekend for me. My room is almost completely cleared out, as is the rest of my house. I think the shock is really starting to hit me... I am legitly moving in like four days. It is crazy.

Yesterday I completely hit rock bottom, and had a melt down. My family had been annoying me all day. Everyone was in an extremely terrible mood, and everyone was pissing each other off by doing the most simple things. I was finishing up packing one of the last boxes from my room when my mom came in and told me it was time for bed, as if I didn't know.... it was freaking midnight! She was telling my sister (who has the top bunk) something about another box. I had already been crying before that, but it was then that I seriously collapsed on the floor and just cried. And cried. And cried. I kept crying. My dad walked in my room and asked me, "What's your problem?" I responded with a spiteful, "Nothing, go away!" I have never talked to my dad like this before, I didn't even realize what I had done. I went to bed. After an hour of crying, I finally fell asleep.

That was one of the hardest days of this entire situation. Today was almost as bad, but I was happy to escape from it for a little while, and enjoy a picnic with some pretty up-lifting people. It was joyous.