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Breaking up for three years. Pennsylvania.

Last night I had a dream that my high school friends and I were at a bar together. Two of them told me they were moving home (one of which is my best friend). I only realized that this dream was a nightmare when I woke up and it wasn’t reality.

I can’t find the words to describe how nervous I am for this Fall’s semester. I keep looking at every syllabus I have, thinking about how stressed I’m going to be each week.

I wasted this entire summer on sleeping in and exercising. I know that can probably be easily romanticized, but I don’t have the energy to bring myself to do it.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.

—    (via hazelhirao)

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