There's dog hair in my wine

Ooooooh riiiiiiight, you've always lived down the street from family that you trust and have a good relationship with. You just dumped me there. Pretty confident I spent more time at my grandparents house than my actual house until high school and then I spent it at my friend's house. My mom did whatever it is she had to do, I'm not mad at her for how my days were spent. It's just irritating that there's no understanding or sympathy that every thing I do has to be planned in advance and budgeted.

David asked me if I'm excited. Girl, no. He said he hopes it goes well. My dear, I have lost any and all traces of hope about a year ago. He said he'll hope extra hard then to make up for it. Stop being so cute and optimistic, it's gross. But really don't stop because it's literally the only reason I keep applying places.

I BOOKED MY TRIP TO ANCHORAGE!!!!

~proceeds to be gone most of this year and then informs me will be gone most of next year~

But I just...can I please catch a break? Can I have a win? One little thing to go right. To make a decision and it go well. To get news and it be good. To ask for something and actually get it. I'm exhausted. I'm burnt out. How long is this going to last.

I'm just worried I won't get on the flight to go back to San Diego.