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help. tell me it will all be okay. tell me it's normal to feel this freaked out about everything involved in moving hundreds of miles away from home to live with people who i don't know at all and could possibly be a bunch of freaks. and not the good kind of freaks either. tell me i'm not coming undone. tell me i'm not determined by my environment. tell me there's nothing I can't handle. tell me it's all fine, it doesn't matter, not really. tell me i know what really matters and that is why i am doing this. tell me you feel this way when you move. tell me all these things i keep hearing. tell me i'm fine. tell me it will all be fine. |
i'm gonna freak the fuck out August 16, 2002
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