november

so in the same month of mine and my fathers birthday, my mother and i are being kicked out of the house we've stayed in with her boyfriend and their two kids. 
She's taking the two boys with her, we already got a new place and furniture, just waiting for it to be painted and we need to pack. I'm more than happy to leave this god awful place, i have no friends and I hate her soon to be ex boyfriend. But we're going to be leaving some good memories here and the family dog we can't take with us. I'm more sad about leaving the dog than anything else. 
I don't celebrate my birthday so I dont care about that. 
I'm just exhausted from the procedure i had yesterday and walking around all night getting scared at haunted houses and slightly hungover. It's just so much, my father doesn't even know yet, i have to tell him when i see him. 
My mom likes the same new guy i like, he's nice but I'm just- i dont know. She apologized to me knowing I like him too but it doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore really.