I’m officially half-way out and feel worse than I thought I’d feel. No details will be given tonight; I’m just in some need of positive words and move forward thoughts. I have until tomorrow night to be completely moved out and with most of the big things out of the way thanks to my wonderful family; tomorrow should be quick. I’m not mad, sad, angry, or hurt. Right now, I just wish that outside people didn’t need to be told every detail with too much exaggeration. It’s not necessary. Ill can be spoken as much as one would like, but the hardest part is getting past the incorrect thoughts that people think they know about you. Trying to ignore the itchy nose or ringing ears. Being able to hold your ground when the “I’m sorrys” roll around. That’s the hard part.