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I feel like CRAP.
You know, the only reason I ever feared death was because I didn't want to leave my friends behind, making them sad. The only thing that really relieved me about death, though, was that I wouldn't see them being sad.
But you see, I realized something today. Moving away from your friends just far enough so that you can barely see them is like dieing, but you can feel them suffer.
It's a terrible feeling and makes me wonder if I could've done more, if I could've fought for my right to stay in Florida, possibly with my dad, but my mom really wants me to stay with her. Moving with my dad would only make me miss my mom, and then I would have more guilt. It's this humungous circle of pointless guilt.
And I kick myself for not being more forceful.
As pretty as North Carolina is, it's nothing compared to the ugliness of Florida. That had my friends...
And thus my period of being deep has passed =D
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