I really want to leave. When my mom asked me if I wanted to go to the Philippines, I said yes because I assumed she meant soon. She really meant next year. Who in the world knows how it's going to be like for me next year? Am I even going to make it that far? I feel like I'm dying of stress. I can't take a break or everything will just fall to pieces if it hasn't already.
Too bad. I'm taking a break right now knowing what it can do to me. There's something wrong. I can't not care, but I don't know what it is.
Good night.
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