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I'm so confused. I'm so frustrated. Next time you see me I won't have any hair. I want help. But I don't want to tell anyone. I want peace of mind but I can't. I want to move on and make it better but love fuckin hurts. I wish I had the strength, but love steps on your heart and souls and tells you that you can't. I should just move to England or North carolina where I have always wanted to be and cut my ties from everyone here and be a happier person. Maybe that is why I move so much. I can't sit still. I can't win. And i can't be happy for more than 5 months in one city. Florida is going to be the death of me.
I need to leave.
I need to leave.