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So I will be in Cary for the summer instead of spending the majority of it in Biloxi. A family situation came up, and I know that it's more important to be home, where I'm needed. I am heartbroken, and I am angry, but I won't tell my parents that. I'll just tell them that I didn't have the money, so they won't feel as guilty. They didn't want me to go anyway.
The more and more I drudge through this, the more and more I'm beginning to realize what sacrifice is and what it means to love somebody and hate them all at the same time. Love them because I can't not love them, and hate them because of the burden they're unknowingly making me carry.
I can't help but think that this summer will turn me even more bitter, and I will go back to school more unhappy than I have been. But I know it's for the best. Somehow, it's for the best. It has to be.
Right?
The more and more I drudge through this, the more and more I'm beginning to realize what sacrifice is and what it means to love somebody and hate them all at the same time. Love them because I can't not love them, and hate them because of the burden they're unknowingly making me carry.
I can't help but think that this summer will turn me even more bitter, and I will go back to school more unhappy than I have been. But I know it's for the best. Somehow, it's for the best. It has to be.
Right?