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two weeks from now I’m moving home. With my parents. And as much as I feel like a complete failure, I’m somewhat okay with that. I mean, its gonna be for the best, right? I’ll do things other than sit at home 24/7! And by things, I mean spend most of my time with my cousin&Godsons/exbf(who by the way wants to “now that you’re moving home, do you think maybe we could try again.. ummm sure… if by try again you mean get some and not deal with emotions! jk… kinda. I’m gonna be THAT girl. The stupid one who gets back with the boy who doesn’t deserve her and lives her life miserably thinking “what if”). Whatever. Thats cool. Just gonna play it by ear, give up on a hopeless life of independence, and spend my days wasting away.
I’m drunk, and terrified and realize that nobody gives a fuck about me and my future, but that is what bums me out the most.
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