I hate being left. I have traumatic fears of the experiences, after my dad leaving for Iraq. And now, my best friend is leaving. Well, left. She came over to say good bye last night. She's off to college at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. It just doesn't seem fair to me. I've never felt so alone. I know she'll be back, but it doesn't help.
I spent two and a half hours last night bawling my eyes out, absolutely terrified of moving forward. Only one of my other friends noticed anything was wrong. And I had told her about everything beforehand.
When we talked last night, I gave her a present I'd been working on for months, and we forced ourselves not to cry. We talked for about an hour, and said goodbye about five times before I finally got out of the car. This is by far the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
She got me into writing, by telling me how great of an outlet it would be for me. She helped me deal with so many things. She knows me better than anyone else and I'm scared to have that security taken.
I don't know why I posted this, but that's it.
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