fucking a, fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
i hate mother nature. i hate this shit. i hate abandoning my life and running. i cant possibly pack up everything that's of worth to me. god damn, but sitting here talking about it isnt going to help get things packed any faster..
yeah, i'm leaving. my mom is panicing and begging me. ok, ok mom, i'm coming.
i pray my shit is still here when i return. ;/
i really wanted/want to tough this out!