Overwhelmed

If I were my older sister, Jenni, I'd be using this time after work to gather everything Daesyn will need with him tomorrow when I bring him to the humane society at 3:30. I'm not, though. I'm me, so I spend my time wishing time weren't passing so quickly rather than putting it to good use. I've started packing my belongings for when Rob and I move to Waltham in 16 days. I'm scared. I just want it to be over, want to be there and unpacked. Want to know that everything will be all right. Want to know that Daesyn will go to the best home possible. I'll miss him. But I'm not fit to have a dog. I'm not fit to have anything. Look at me. I can barely take care of myself, let alone assume responsibility for another life. I hope someday I'll get there, though. And I know that once we're unpacked and I've had a chance to breathe, everything will be fine. In the meantime, I'm just feeling overwhelmed.