It reminds me of the empty space between my fingers that your hand should be filling.
Just like my chicken scratch should be filling out this two page Mad-Lib of bits of my identity and my family's financial information.
Now I know what you meant when you said you should have waited a year until going to college. I honestly don't think I'm ready.
Only part I'm ready for is putting my clothes in your dresser and calling the Sanctuary home.
It's funny though, I still don't know where I'm going. I mean, I say I don't because I haven't really proclaimed where I'm going to my parents. But I know it in my head. It's our little secret, I guess.
They can talk about Marshall all they want to. I'm not going there. It's too far away from everything I've ever known. It's like another world. I honestly do not even want to take a tour there. But I'll probably do it, just to have a weekend trip and to humor them.
I wonder how they'll react when I tell them the truth.
My stomach ache is getting worse and all I want to do is curl up beside you and sleep.
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