3) March 30th (D+7)

I’m leaving Mx and 2b. I’ve now said goodbye to the 3 people I love the most and I don’t have a date to see them again. I feel like I got sentenced. Not to jail, no! That would be so much better than what I have been sentenced to! In jail you get visitors. I won’t.  I’ll be free to go wherever I want but I won’t be able to see my people. I know it’s a choice I’ve made and I’m confident that was the right one. But why does the right choice have to hurt so much? I changed my whatsap status, I don’t quite know why. I doubt you’ll ever see it… “03/30: Leaving MX for FR. OMMA”

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8) April 4th (D+12)

I spend a great amount of time on Instagram, waiting for your next post. I’ve read the hashtags of your recent posts (since I departed, basically) so many times that I now know them by heart. It took me a good 5 minutes staring at “hair in light” (yes I decided to name your pieces of art since you wouldn’t) to understand where it had been taken from. I like “future civil engineer” and “my mark forever”. I was submerged by mixed emotions with “Happy Island from a plane”. Happy you did something for 1b break, proud of you for moving on and enjoy life. Sad that you’re moving on without me. Jealous to experience what would have been MY life from outside. Caught between wishing you all the happiness in the world and knowing that without you in it, my life won’t know happiness. And then comes “the lighthouse”. Like for every other of your posts, I’ve read again and again the hashtags looking for a message, a sign toward me. Which is kind of stupid, knowing that you never put any ...
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4) March 31th (D+8)

Home bitter home! Home sad home! I’m back at the facility. I can see disappointment in the eyes of the people that saw me leaving and now see me coming back. But I’m numb to what they can think. I feel like I’m protected from their judgments by a shell. A shell made of my own guilt, despitefulness, sorrows, darkness. I carry that heavy shell all around.
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