I thought about it. I never thought that it would be something I would consider, but I thought about it.
But I'm still here. I'm not sure what that means, though. I'm not sure how I feel about anything....I just needed to come back and face it. To really and truly let it go.
I suppose I'll just...try and pick things up, although I feel different now, more depressed--well, hell, I am depressed. I'm terrified about college and school and...I'm okay.
Moving on. That's usually the hardest part.
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All The World's a Stage
But the play is badly cast.
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Cherubino
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