If my mom was wearing a skirt right now I would cling to it for dear life, close my eyes till they hurt and never let go. Fear has a funny way of showing itself and right now it's manifested itself in me as frustration. I'm annoyed about everything, angered easily, pissed off at nobody and everyone, and I'm scared. shitless. In a few days I may be writing a journal from another country, six hours away, a thousand miles from my kitchen table where I sit right now. MY private, secluded table where I sit alone, enjoying my solitude. Six hours away is a kitchen table that belongs to others, waiting for me, and IT'S TEARING ME APART (lisa)!
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