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Every little thing is grating on my nerves right now. Every little thing makes me want to cry. Everything seems hopeless and pointless. I have spent the past five straight days doing nothing but cleaning and packing, and it seems no matter how much progress I make, it will not be enough for my mother.

I am furious. I am depressed. I am so confused and alone.

One week.

One week.

I can make it.