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All the talk about growing up is the talk of the topic the past couple of days. I come to find out on how hard it really is. Chosing between people who you like but will actually make you happy is harder than ever. Working is too and I always wanted to work but now that I am I don't want to because it is bringing more stres on me. Ok to be more rational, there is more to it than that. Today I found out that one of my friends shot himself 2 days ago and now I have to go to a funeral sometime next week. I know I should get over it but I can't 6 years ago I found out on Christmas Eve that my Grandpa was sick and was going to die. I can't keep it out of my mind. I'm so distrait over it. I'm done writing because my mind is fucked. I got sent home from work today not even a hour into my shift. I had a choice and I couldn't keep my mind to think of my job and responsibilities so tonight I am going to drink my problems away and think about it tomoorow.