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So, I love living on my own... I really do. But today I went back to ol' mom and pops to eat lunch because I didn't feel like staying at the office, and I realized how much I miss that place. I hadn't cried at all about moving out until today, sitting alone in the dining room eating my chicken nuggets. My heart was just so sad, I guess because I realized it was never going to be the same again. And I cried and cried and cried. Then I went back to my old bedroom, laid down on my old bed and cried some more.
It's good to feel sad, to feel that sense of loss. I don't think that you can move on and really enjoy life until you've cried a little about what you left.
It's good to feel sad, to feel that sense of loss. I don't think that you can move on and really enjoy life until you've cried a little about what you left.