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I feel kind of lightheaded and empty right now, like I'm not really here. It's a reaction to this creeping sadness that's come over me lately, and I can't seem to understand it. When I spend ten hours writing an essay about Reid, shouldn't I be getting over his loss? I sort out all these thoughts, memories and I just get more confused. I need him here to explain it all to me.
I need to stop posting only when I'm sad.
We finished Y Tu Mama today in Cinema. I miss Mexico. Anastasia called me up today tipsy in Brittany and I think I miss Europe, too. I think I need to travel. This year needs to end, and I need to get away from me. I'm sorry about prom, all. And that Chronicle is over. Aimless.
I need to stop posting only when I'm sad.
We finished Y Tu Mama today in Cinema. I miss Mexico. Anastasia called me up today tipsy in Brittany and I think I miss Europe, too. I think I need to travel. This year needs to end, and I need to get away from me. I'm sorry about prom, all. And that Chronicle is over. Aimless.