well, i fought it all day yesterday...i even made it worse last night when i kept going...and now, i feel...like shit. yes, the come-down from adderall is never pleasant, but today it is really bad. it's not even so much the physical discomfort from lack of sleep this time either. i am genuinely depressed (in a sobbing uncontrollaby at times kind of way) that i am not moving to the beach. and there is still a part of me that keeps asking myself, why is he going without me? it is MY dream, not his. 2nd guessing myself as always about every decision i've ever made. why do i always make the wrong ones? 
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I *need* you happy! Please.