I'm finding growing up to be painful. Not 'poetry' painful, just a slow creeping sadness sort of painful that makes me wonder if all the stress I deal with and have no real outlet for is doing more harm then the good things in my life can combat.
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I love the house.. )
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And it seems that it's not really your stepbrother you're so despondent over, but rather that you still have these lingering demons. And maybe you're realizing now that they'll never fully go away--that can be hard to deal with. His death brought you back to that horrible place in your life, and it can be a terrifying thing to realize you're not quite as far away from that place in your head as you thought you were.
In any case, nice to see you're alive and that you're still doing as well as can be.
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