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This has been the wierdest summer of my life. Last fall I was thrown into the independant world of living with no real warning, and I spent a year of my life figuring out how do do everything I need to do for myself and then suddenly I get pulled back into the mommy and daddy world where I have a curfew and people expect things of me and I have to ask to do things again. Now I'm realizing that it's time to go back and I can't help thinking it's kind of harder the second time, knowing how scary it is to be on your own, and how desperate I have been this whole summer to get back to that.
I wonder if your entire life is supposed to be lived in ambivalence.
I wonder if your entire life is supposed to be lived in ambivalence.