So yesterday was a happy night... which made me sad. I laughed... which made me cry. I enjoy being here... so I grieve leaving. And yet, I'm excited about things to come... which makes me feel guilty for wanting to leave. But I don't want to leave... but I do. I hate feeling guilty... it makes me angry. But why am I angry? Now I'm angry at myself because I'm angry at seemingly nothing... which makes me cry. But my close friends understand and they listen and they comfort and they console... which makes me happy... which makes me sad.
Ah, I am most definitely female.
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