We're out having dinner. Right now. And all I want to do is go home and lie on my bed and stare at my ceiling. Is that bad? I want to cry. Is that bad? I'm having all these thoughts again. I guess that's bad. I have to pick myself up real quick before this turns into something big. I can't go back to that. I just can't. Not when I've already decided on finally doing what I'm afraid to do. This just can't happen to me again.
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