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I need my home friends.

Not that the ones here aren't wonderful, because they are, (Jenn, especially you) but I need people that I don't have to explain Encore and all my issues to before we can work through this new shit.

I want Neea. And Hannah. And Sarah. And lots of other people, but if I put all your names in here, I'll never stop crying.




I don't want to be me anymore.

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As though God himself condoned my reconciliation with Abby, while I was walking back from my Chem practical (which I aced, by the way) it snowed. The first substantial, sticking-around snow this year.

I wrote a fic about snow once. Maybe I'll dig that out and post it.