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While i was packing this morning i had a random thought of how there is part of me that shall be sad to leave my apartment. But a bigger part of me is glad to be going. I can get out of here where everything is still raw. I want to be able to breath again. I can't breath here. Its almost as if everything is crushing me. At this point i don't care what they call it, running away or trying to better my life. There are some that won't understand what i'm going to do and there are some that wont care. But thats not my concern anymore. The closer things get to my leaving, the less it hurts. And the less it hurts the more i can seem to breath.