I’m already bawling my eyes out. If I’m a wreck now, imagine what I’ll be like when I actually leave for school….
I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I’ll be able to leave. I don’t think I’ll be able to spend 18 months in Pittsburgh, only knowing one person…my brother.
I can’t leave. Not when I’m in love with someone who lives here. Not when I have friends that live here. Not when my family is here.
I don’t want to leave.
I can’t do it.I just….can’t.