Waiting silently in my room, feeling my nerves twist and turn, I sigh. What a wonderful, yet horrible feeling. To be so blank, so silent on the outside, but on the inside, you feel chaotic, all over the place, out of control. It's such a weird feeling, but I love it. Or rather, I love the reason why I feel this way. I'm leaving in two days and five hours. Leaving this place I had called home for so long. The place where instead of adoring gestures and loving looks, I got annoyed glares and short answers to any of my questions. The place where the only real talking ever done was yelling, the place I loved and hated at the same time. Finally leaving. To be with the person that shows he loves me, shows he needs me, wants me almost all the time. To be with the person that makes me happy.
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It was really a random thought when I wrote this. I just had to write at the moment. Sorry about the unfinished sentences but I can't bring myself to change it.
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so now i understand what you were writing about.
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woooooooow so what's the whole thing abouot the "finally leaving"? i'm kinda scared now...
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