The gray kitten died. I'm packing my car. I don't want to go back. I haven't rested yet. Graduation is looming. How will I spend this semester? Where will I be next year? Where will Kevin be? What will I do? It's not acting like January.
I'm not ready to go back. It's not so much that I'm panicking as it is that I'm tired and unsure. And who of you by worrying can add a single day to his life?
It will be good to go back, which I'm doing in an hour or so. I'm just a little hesitant, but once I'm there, it'll be fine.
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fred bear died? that makes me sad. and you sound sad, so that makes me sad too
i'm just... tired. i wasn't ready to go back. i didn't see you enough. i wasn't home, not really. break was too short.
my mom is really sad about fred bear cat. i wasn't as attached, but it still made me sad too. i guess there's a new kitten in the near future.
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