I'm getting the jitters. It starts with fear and ends with a nostalgia that leaves my mouth dry. No quantity of liquid can satisfy it. It sits in my stomach. My eyes are too dry to cry.
Not sure what I'm going to do or how I'm going to get through it. Nervous. I got off the phone with my dad and I can't imagine putting more distance between us. Or putting that same distance between anyone of any relation to me. My friends. Dare I say it - my home?
More tomorrow.
-- Post From My iPhone
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