Greetings from scenic,

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I've never felt so miserable; I've never cried so much. It's sort of like an episode of Sailor Moon but it's far less desirable to actually be so misty-eyed.

I got home a little bit ago; it's past 2AM. I hardly made it inside before I collapsed on the floor by the entrance-way and let my feelings slip out. I doubt there's anything I realized, lying prostrate out like that next to my backpack and my notebook except that I'm not really content to keep doing this.

I've got the courage to keep going on (what for the sake of my parents and my friends and the people who count on me) but I only never realized that doing so well and working so hard that I'm recognized for it could be so taxing on one.

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