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Life has been such a downer lately. Actually, it's not even that. It's just it-- this looming collective of things that doom. Like a pitch-black rain cloud. That's what. It. And it is sucking the life out of me--
I was going to write about school being a living hell. But something came up and...
I'm not sure how long I can go at this, saying "I'm happy for you," with a tight smile on my face. Oh god, you're really going away, aren't you?
Actually...
You really are. You're going away. You are going away. I need to tell this to myself over and over until I actually believe it.
You are going away. And I'm happy for you. Really.
I was going to write about school being a living hell. But something came up and...
I'm not sure how long I can go at this, saying "I'm happy for you," with a tight smile on my face. Oh god, you're really going away, aren't you?
Actually...
You really are. You're going away. You are going away. I need to tell this to myself over and over until I actually believe it.
You are going away. And I'm happy for you. Really.