So yeah

If I can write the last four pages of this paper, I'll be done with school. I bombed my French final. Totally. I couldn't stay focused at all. I just want to change so much of the past five months. And I'm not ready to leave this home, as painful as it is sometimes to stay. My father tiptoes around trying not to insult me or bring up anything painful, my mother expects me to know what to do with her stuff as well as my own. I don't know what to do.

I need to write this paper.
In a last ast of procrastination, I will check the facebook and go procure chai.

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Gods. It's my last night at home.

Don't cry. Don't cry. You don't cry. Fire, remember?

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