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Its been a month and 13 days... almost 6 weeks, I thought I was fine... and all of a sudden I'm not anymore. I'm not sure what changed... I don't know what happened... but all of a sudden I can't handle it anymore.
I'm being given small insights into what I should be expecting... and as much as I love knowing what to expect... it kills me because what I'm expecting I can't handle. I can handle that less than I can handle all of this.
I've never ever wanted to just quit and go home before. and right now thats all I want is to just pack up all my stuff and go home. thats where my family is, thats where the real world isn't, and thats where I've got nothing but happy memories.
I want my own bed, my own room, my parents, my brother... my hometown. But I know if I go home now, even for a little bit, I'll never come back.
Why does it have to be like this?
I'm being given small insights into what I should be expecting... and as much as I love knowing what to expect... it kills me because what I'm expecting I can't handle. I can handle that less than I can handle all of this.
I've never ever wanted to just quit and go home before. and right now thats all I want is to just pack up all my stuff and go home. thats where my family is, thats where the real world isn't, and thats where I've got nothing but happy memories.
I want my own bed, my own room, my parents, my brother... my hometown. But I know if I go home now, even for a little bit, I'll never come back.
Why does it have to be like this?