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I'm going back to school on Friday. Or Saturday. Either way I keep thinking I am really excited to go back, and then I don't want to go back at all. Summer has been...okay I guess. At first it was the best summer of my life, and then it seemed like nonstop bad things kept happening. I guess that's really just how life is and I can't get so extreme about things. I guess because when things are really good, I want them to stay that way and when they don't I get really fucked up and sad, because when you know how good life can be it makes it that much harder and that much worse when it's NOT that good. Whatever. Hurt.
This sucks.
This sucks.