I’m moving out in a couple of days. Regardless of the fact I haven’t been in love for a while, I still love him very much and I will miss spending so much time with him. I think he feels the same way (to a lesser degree) but he hides it better than me…. And that is making me sad.
That and having to pack all my shit up and move and be single again. I don’t feel as bad as the last time this exact thing happened, but this time I am acutely aware that I’m the less good side of thirty to be packing my shit up and starting over.
I’m sure I’ll feel more positive when this part is over, and I’m somewhere new, but for now I’m feeling somewhat glum and hopeless.
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