D-DAY

The day has come. The day that I never thought possible. The day of damnation. The day when I believed the sun would stop shedding its light and bitter darkness would over shadow the Earth. The day I hoped that I would cease to exist upon the breaking of its dawn. It is the day of sadness, desparity, and tragedy. Cursed be this day for I am moving myself and my stuff WILLINGLY to my parents place of residency.

Cursed be that day when my dad told me I could move there; I hopefully waited to hear a "NO, absolutley not" from him as I once did when I questioned the possiblity of moving into their house years ago, but intstead I got a "sure". Damn be the word "sure". "You can move in becuase you're in school and because of the person who you've become. I'm proud of you and I love you my daughter". That was nice to hear, but it would have been more welcomed years ago when I needed a father.

I'm moving, but I don't think I can say I'm moving home.