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it feels good to almost be out of school.
it feels good to go visit Richard.
it feels bad that I care more than he does.
it feels bad that perhaps there's a chance nothing will be the same.
also on another note, my mother is grounding me without good reason.
holy shit, what do i have to do to make her happy?
fuck it, i seriously swear, nothing went right this week.
i just hope the weekend is better than this whole week.
I'm learning that I have to do things for myself, as much as I love him, and as much as it hurts, I'm learning that.
But I'll go see him, for as long as he wants, if it means saving our love, our relationship, then I'll do it, one thing though, it's got to be 50/50.
i'm sick of the kids at school.
i'm sick of the home work.
i'm sick of feeling uncertain.
im sick of you.
and im sick of everything.