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This week is a nostalgic week, because the past week was Thanksgiving week, and Thanksgiving is a bad time for me for obvious known reasons. Happy end of rape era week...
I miss my life.
I miss my family.
I miss how things used to be ten years ago.
I am really sad this week and I can't stop it.
I've randomly burst into tears four times now.
I can't stop it.
I am terrified because I don't know if I am going to graduate, because I can't find the drive to do anything, and I've stopped caring about everything but my friends and Briana.
I don't know what to do any more.
I don't know who I am.
What's happening?
I miss my life.
I miss my family.
I miss how things used to be ten years ago.
I am really sad this week and I can't stop it.
I've randomly burst into tears four times now.
I can't stop it.
I am terrified because I don't know if I am going to graduate, because I can't find the drive to do anything, and I've stopped caring about everything but my friends and Briana.
I don't know what to do any more.
I don't know who I am.
What's happening?