Remember how I said we had 3 months to find a new house? I just found out, they did the math, and we have 15 days. 15 days. My mom is taking me and I’m bawling my eyes out. This is too much. I just don’t even know what to say. That’s how long we have to decide on something. It really, is not fair. We have done nothing wrong to deserve this. Why is this happening? This is why I don’t believe in god. And this is why I sometimes wish I was never born. Because the truth is, it’s my fault. I just don’t even know what to do with myself. I really need to see my friends.