I've been awake for about 2.5 hours and I am still sitting in bed.

Church starts in 2 minutes. Guess I won't make it.

Really need to take a shower. Guess I could do the bare minimum.

Hair is dirty. Could always put it in a ponytail and cover it with a ball cap.

I just need to leave this house.

I don't want to be here when they show up to get more of his stuff. It was weird and awkward and I was in the way and all I could do was grab the animals, go in my room, and shut the door to stay out of the way last night.

Every time I feel like I need to leave the house because it is too messy or I can't be here for whatever reason, guess what is still here when I return?

The clutter.

Or the pain.

Whatever I tried to run away from.