I'm so moody, I can't stand it.
I'm sad the year is ending, and I'm sad that I feel like I haven't had time to breathe in the last month.
I really am not ready to move home.
I'm ready to be more mature.
(specifically, more mature than this).
I'm ready to be with people.
I'm ready to learn how to love others, unconditionally.
I'm ready to forgive my mom.
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