I remember Berkeley, the home of the strong. Where fitting in means being different and saying that you’re tough is a sign of weakness.
I remember the people. 538 more words
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I remember pushing myself into this with you a year a ago kicking and screaming.
I remember anxiety attacks after an hour of no response- not just because the ex I had just moved out from added two years of more pain to your six, but because I knew you had more chance of leaving suddenly than even he did.