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The answer should be easy. After all, its right there in front of me. Why is it so damn hard for me to think about what I need, rather than what i want. I mean, i know whats going to happen, anyone who really knows me, knows what will happen. I can try and lie and kid myself, " No, it wont be like that, everything will be fine." Heh i dont even believe myself. Why is it so hard to admit, that I cant? That if I do, it will just make things worse on myself? A very stupid part of me wants to believe that I can go, and I'll have a great time... but... the smart part of me knows there's that but... that will prevent that. That one little thing, that will ruin my nite. I mean, sure, I'll be around good friends, lots of friends, but i know, once it starts to kick in, soon enough, I'll start trippen. Hell, bone sober I start trippen. And this time, when i trip, nobody will be able to bring me out of it. They cant, anymore.
I should just be smart and stay the hell home.
I just need to admit, that yes, it is too soon, whether i like it or not.
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