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I hate it when I accidently reveal I'm a weak, vulnerable human being.
But I am, even if I try to cover it up.
I've pretty much been tearing up on and off for the last 24 hours. I'm not even a sad person. But they were out of roast beef at Subway. And I need to leave town on Saturday. And the stain didn't come out of my NOLA t-shirt.
But no one seems to give a shit. I mean, who cares that I'm leaving soon??? Who gives a fuck that when I get back I will have no free time for anyone. And even though I'll be surrounded by 100 of my sorority sisters every day, I'm going to feel like the loneliest person in the world. But it's not like anyone who should care does.
Maybe that's what's bothering me.
But I am, even if I try to cover it up.
I've pretty much been tearing up on and off for the last 24 hours. I'm not even a sad person. But they were out of roast beef at Subway. And I need to leave town on Saturday. And the stain didn't come out of my NOLA t-shirt.
But no one seems to give a shit. I mean, who cares that I'm leaving soon??? Who gives a fuck that when I get back I will have no free time for anyone. And even though I'll be surrounded by 100 of my sorority sisters every day, I'm going to feel like the loneliest person in the world. But it's not like anyone who should care does.
Maybe that's what's bothering me.