I'm moving. I don't really want to move but I also do? I'm moving from the country to a big city I'm so so scared everytime I think about my friends I cry so fucking hard I can barely breath I have the love of my life here I have friends I care about so so so much teachers I would take a bullet for a LIFE. my mom doesn't help either shes narrcisistic manipulative and flat out rude and gaslights everybody and blames me for everything and whenever I want to feel pretty its always "Your trying to get the wrong kind of attention!!" I'm not I'm really not.. I'm sitting here crying well wanting to I have to share a room with my sister.. and if we were to move life would be nice..? we would have money nice clothes a nice house but none of it matters the people I love must aren't there.