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[scriptory]

Also, it's really scaring me that my mum keeps telling me how much she likes who I have become, and how I feel more lost right than I ever have.

And alone.

And I'm not sure how camp will be this year. I'm almost dreading going. What's that about?

And I know it's my last year.

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[nosce]

I love you, Newt. Call me if you need pasta.

[sketch_parabola]

It's ok to feel lost when it seems like others are particularly obsessive about you, looking up to you, and adoring you. I know it's hard to want to grasp, but we all love you for who you are all the time, even when you need to jump off cliffs and grow wings on the way down (^-^).
I felt that same way about camp last year, and when I went it turned out to be one of the most emotional years I've ever been at. Sometimes it's the truth of what we're dreading more then the actual event at which the dread becomes real. I don't know whether that has any truth for you.
-hugs- -oh, and one big amazing cream puff with a whole wheat crust and filling from a box + a reenactment of 'the cream puff chant'-

[scriptory]

You are oh so wise.

commenting makes me ancy and nervous

[whyethanwhy]

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*ahem* you can have as many hugs as you would or would not like from me, depending on your mood, and I don't like Newt to feel bad. I'm going to camp this year, and it's probably my last year too. you're not alone in your leaky boat. though come to think of it my weight is probably just sinking it faster... oh well. let's drown.
i'm really sorry Newt, I wish that there was something I could do. But I don't think there is. I'll always be here for you though, so if you need something just ask.
oh, one thing:
I won't be unsexy tho, it just doesn't work that way.. =p