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It feels...... nice. It's comfortable. My worries, my problems, my struggles. They all don't matter as much here. I feel safe. I feel like I can just be me, or try to be the best version of me that I know and the time. And it's okay. It's enough. I don't have to impress anyone. Love doesn't ask for that. I must be honest, as much as there were crappy moments growing up, this is a great family. I'm loved. I've been given encouragement to go after my dreams, and I can really say that. Like go live in Florida for 9 months encouragement. I'm laying in MY bed and it feels comfortable. I'm 21 years old, and I like that I had a pretty quite evening tonight, and that I'm hanging out at my house, doing simple things. The little things matter. Here, I'm allowed to do the little things. I get to talk, and know someone is always here to listen. I get to hug my dog and let her lick my face. I see the worried look on her face every time I head towards the door. But I keep coming back, and she feels relieved. I'll be hanging around here for a couple more days, and I'm glad I get to do that. Tonight, I call fall asleep easily. I can lay here believing tomorrow will be good.

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