I'm supposed to be growing up. I'm supposed to be having fun in the last few months before we all scatter.
I thought today that I needed to learn to live on my own. I thought that would work, until I realized that I had. That was last summer, and a complete failure.
I have to want to live without you. Until I do, I can't.
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