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Dear God, when does it end?
I just miss him so much. And I hate school, I hate being on the brink of life mode change (graduation and all... where the hell am I going to work? where am I going to live?) and I hate that every time I start to feel like maybe I'm completely drained, there's still buckets of tears just eager to fight their way out whenever nobody's looking. I guess it doesn't help that I have the healthy constitution of my dead grandmother. I keep getting sick. I just got my voice back yesterday. Despite how aspects of my job piss me off, I look forward to it all week. On a busy night, I don't have time to think of other things.
It's only been three weeks. How the fuck am I going to endure nearly eight more?
I just miss him so much. And I hate school, I hate being on the brink of life mode change (graduation and all... where the hell am I going to work? where am I going to live?) and I hate that every time I start to feel like maybe I'm completely drained, there's still buckets of tears just eager to fight their way out whenever nobody's looking. I guess it doesn't help that I have the healthy constitution of my dead grandmother. I keep getting sick. I just got my voice back yesterday. Despite how aspects of my job piss me off, I look forward to it all week. On a busy night, I don't have time to think of other things.
It's only been three weeks. How the fuck am I going to endure nearly eight more?