I just got off the phone with the park management, as dutifully unhelpful add they tends to be...
They're going to give us another trailer in the park that is a bit bigger than ours was, and needs some repairs. I really have no choice but to accept.
I don't know why I'm always calm, but it's kinda scary sometimes that things like my uncle committing suicide just don't affect me. When things happen like this, I feel strangely disconnected from the situation, as though it's not even my life that's gone awry.
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"¿ʞɐǝɹɟ ɐ ǝɹ,noʎ uǝɥʍ 'ʇı ʇ,usı 'ʎlǝuol s,ʇı"
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