Move out

A year ago I would have given anything to spend one more year, one more week, one more night with my friends before moving away to college. And as of 20 minutes ago, I find myself feeling the exact same way.

I can't type much right now. My mind is all over the place. I can't really focus.

It must mean something good when you actually say you don't want summer to come.
It must mean something good when you can comfortably cry in front of your friends.

I'll try to write again later. It's a little bit too hard right now.



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