Talk

Wish I had someone to talk to about what I’m going through during this move. I’m sitting here trying to eat something looking out the window and tears start flowing.
I’m exhausted. Exhausted from emotions. Exhausted from all the work in moving. Just plain exhausted. My feet have blisters and my back is totally fucked. I wanted to give the back of the property a mowing, so it would look good for the new owners, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll be able to, I don’t even have enough time to get what really needs doing done. And I really feel bad about that, but there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it.
I just want to talk to someone about all this.