I had to pull over on the side of the road and scream a little bit today. I can't make the static in my head stop, can't stop fretting over everything. All day today I wanted to come home and pack. Once I got here, all I wanted to do was sit and cry. I did neither of those things, and now I'm behind on both my packing and my crying.
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