| With each day that passes, I get more angsty and scared about Caleb's leaving getting more near.
I don't want him to go - more than anything, I don't want him to leave.
I'm so sad thinking about it, this feeling of dread won't leave me be. This long distance thing is such bull shit. |
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| Should I stay, or should I go? |
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| Things that are contributing to your unhappiness:
- Not having enough money to enjoy small pleasures, or really having enough to be comfortably sustained.
- Little Boots being gone, seemingly for good.
- Mother.
- Feeling Being inadequate.
- Not attending school.
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| And dreaming of death and feeling relief when I realize I'm dead.
What in the fuck is happening to me?
Tonight Caleb asked me to move to South Carolina with him, and it broke my heart, but I had to tell him I couldn't.
I can't. I hate myself. |
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| I feel better about myself than I have in awhile.
My apartment is looking good thanks to a sudden burst of motivation to reorganize some things and clean. I had really good coffee.
And I gave that adderall to Caleb. I don't need to cloud my head anymore than the overcast slump I've had stuck there.
Life is getting better. |
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