...that is what my room looks like. And what our house has felt like. Maybe the war in which God made the sun stand still. I feel like I have lived a million years in these last few days.
My friend John invited me to his house for lunch to get away from the situation, and there his host mom informed me that no, I am not the worst student Lucre has had, no matter what she tells me. She talks badly about all of them.
Current situation, I am quite literally shaking the cockroaches out of my clothes (note to self, was EVERYTHING when you get home) and hacking through this packing process. Ami. I need you.
