The day has come.

The song I'm listening to is called Emergency.
'It's really not your fault,
and no one cares to talk about it, talk about it,
Cause I've seen love die way to many times
when it deserved to be alive
and I've seen you cry way to many times'
Mom called me this morning and bitched at me for not having my stuff ready.
They are coming to get my by 2.
I'm taking my cats out there with me.
I want to take my computer with me.
But he doesn't have the Internet hooked up in my room yet.
So I'm going to be more cut off than I already am.
....
I just realised that I'm going to be able to talk to her even less.
Now that I can only get online after 8pm usually later.
And I have to fight him for the computer.
The Internet is going to cause a fight.
I know it is.
I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!!!!!!!!!
Great,
I'm crying again,
I need to go pack now.