a whole lotta sighing going on

Trepidation is a mood, I think. She is almost gone. All of her stuff leaves this weekend and she spends most nights at her new place. I've not been invited over. It feels so awkward. I will likely stay in an unfinished room in a house of a friend that has been used for storage. He talked about fixing it up a bit, putting in hot water and a shower and electricity. That would ne nice. I don't want to be depressed, but I feel like nobody cares. Except one friend who is giving me space with a roof. The sighing is mostly wondering if the BFF was ever really a friend at all. Or just another kid I took care of along the way.