Grown up. (almost.)
this is what its like.

i feel like i need to go back to counseling just so i can talk about everyone else's problems, because they weigh on me, on me in a way that it seems like no one else understands.

i just love you all so much,
and i truly hold you in my heart of hearts.

everything else is redundancy.

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with love for brea, and for samsam.
the jays have my heart, its the red hair.

god, senior year. good news.
and forget jealousy. we eat lunch outside the music wing on sunny days, come join us. meg and me.

see you tomorrow.