In two days time I had to say goodbye to two of my best friends and one very very special person, goodbyes that could be forever.
I was at the airport twice, having to watch them walk away, maybe wave one last time and then... gone.
In two days time I basically said goodbye to my entire social life, with three flatmates leaving on top of that.
And just like this wasn't enough, in exactly those two days I was told that my parents are gonna give away my cat cause my niece is allergic to her.

This cat means the world to me.

My sister wanted to give her away when the baby came - I locked myself in her basement, where Poppy was, sat there, looked at her, talked to her and cried. I did everything to convince my sister to give her to me... I succeeded.
Shortly before my family and I went to the airport I ran through the whole house, desperate to find my cat.
I couldn't find her.
I never said goodbye.

In two days time I had several small and one big mental breakdown, I felt so much pain like I didn't in a long time, I smiled when I wanted to cry, I went to bed and tried to sleep when secretly I was just so desperate that I was afraid that I'd do something stupid, in two days time I went to hell and still didn't come back.

I'm done...
Yeah... I'm done.