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How's it going to be away from here?
I'm starting to shake at the thought of not being here.
The thought of the shit I have endured in the past 4 years.
I should want to run but I'm clinging.
How's it going to be over there?
I'm away from everyone.
I'm at school, again, a place I don't enjoy being.
I'm away from everyone and farther this time.
I can't picture new people, new places.
I thought I wanted to, but maybe I don't.
I do. I do want to.
I just want it to be over, to be done with, to have it behind me.
Two more years?
This transition sucks.
I don't have enough time.
I have enough time and I don't have a lot to do but it feels like I am completely oblivious to how much I really have to do.
What the hell do I have to do?
I'm moving in 5 days. I have no idea.
Where the hell am I going?
I'm not going to survive this.
I'll be fine, but I'll think that I'm not going to survive until its over.
That's the way it works for me.
I can't believe I'm shaking. And there's a knot in my stomach.
How stupid.
I'm done work tomorrow.
I'm a control freak.
Do you know how it feels to hand over everything you have worked on over the past 4 months to someone else so they can put it all together and make it happen?
Horrifying.
I'm sick to my stomach.
Everything is literally about to change.
I said things were changing in April, but I was wrong.
NOW everything is changing and it is crazy.
Crazy because its so subdued.
Crazy because this day crept up on me.
Crazy because a week from now I'll be settled into a brand new apartment, with a brand new roommate, at a brand new school.
How's it going to be away from here?
Weird.
Different.
New.
Fun, probably.
Scary, obviously.
Crazy, of course.
Crazy.
I'm starting to shake at the thought of not being here.
The thought of the shit I have endured in the past 4 years.
I should want to run but I'm clinging.
How's it going to be over there?
I'm away from everyone.
I'm at school, again, a place I don't enjoy being.
I'm away from everyone and farther this time.
I can't picture new people, new places.
I thought I wanted to, but maybe I don't.
I do. I do want to.
I just want it to be over, to be done with, to have it behind me.
Two more years?
This transition sucks.
I don't have enough time.
I have enough time and I don't have a lot to do but it feels like I am completely oblivious to how much I really have to do.
What the hell do I have to do?
I'm moving in 5 days. I have no idea.
Where the hell am I going?
I'm not going to survive this.
I'll be fine, but I'll think that I'm not going to survive until its over.
That's the way it works for me.
I can't believe I'm shaking. And there's a knot in my stomach.
How stupid.
I'm done work tomorrow.
I'm a control freak.
Do you know how it feels to hand over everything you have worked on over the past 4 months to someone else so they can put it all together and make it happen?
Horrifying.
I'm sick to my stomach.
Everything is literally about to change.
I said things were changing in April, but I was wrong.
NOW everything is changing and it is crazy.
Crazy because its so subdued.
Crazy because this day crept up on me.
Crazy because a week from now I'll be settled into a brand new apartment, with a brand new roommate, at a brand new school.
How's it going to be away from here?
Weird.
Different.
New.
Fun, probably.
Scary, obviously.
Crazy, of course.
Crazy.