I wanted to stay with my family... but then again, goodbyes must be made. This has been my pattern and this will always be the cycle of my life. This is fucking terrible.
I think I have an anxiety problem-- separation anxiety. I feel down right now. I feel sick. Post a differential-- somatization.
Oh well, life must go on. I have to be strong. I have to live strong. Mantra repetition: I will make this, I will live this, I love this.
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