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Friday, February 28, 2014
Ugh
I wish there were somewhere I could go that's between school and home and all my responsibilities. Somewhere where I could be myself and be alone for a while. Somewhere I can't be yelled at or have to deal with pretending to be sorry for impatient children. I need to get away. Seriously. I feel like someone's scraping my insides out. Very slowly. Taking their time.
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