Tearing them up.

Submitted by Bridget on Fri, 12/20/2013 - 09:48

"I don't want to go." - the Tenth Doctor
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I miss people already. Tomorrow morning is the last time I will see some of my closest friends for a long time. I haven't cried. Not in my plans. I don't think I'd stop.
But they're all going to be here, and I won't be.
Hillary.
Max.
Summer.
Rachel.
Debbi.
Patrick.
Rochelle.
Marti.
Nathan.
My family.
My list is too long. I have so many roots. And I don't want to be transplanted. Please, I want to stay.

Author's age when written
20
Genre
Essay

Comments

E

Fri, 12/20/2013 - 22:45

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:( I appreciated your roots metaphor, that was very lovely and visual.

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Maddi

Sat, 12/21/2013 - 23:20

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Thanks for posting this...I always enjoy reading these. And this was pleading, and I loved the roots line as well, like Erin.

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Bridget

Mon, 12/30/2013 - 05:02

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I'm moving halfway across the country, and I'm excited, but I also don't want to leave my friends.

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

Kassady

Tue, 12/31/2013 - 14:32

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I totally understand this feeling, and this was written very well!

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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