48 hours to go.
You are 95% 4chan material.
You are the true face of 4chan. You're the type of person who finds racist jokes and sick humor hilarious, raids CoS, makes personal army requests whenever you see someone you dislike on Youtube, gets off to 5-year-olds, and calls Gamestop at 3 AM to ask for Battletoads. You scare me... and yet, I love you.
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I answered honestly and yet... wow, 95%? Huh...
Two more days until I meet Matty again. I'm excited, impatient, anxious, terrified and bouncing off the walls all at once. So much can go wrong on the 28th, like rain or fucked-up train/plane timetables or lost luggage or delays or things like that. I hope nothing bad happens. I hope everything goes okay...
This will be just about the biggest change I've had in my life to date. The past year and a half has been dedicated to making this so. It's wonderful and I'm so very happy that the day is finally coming, but at the same time I'm very scared. This will lead to another ego death and invariably end the kind of life I'm living right now. The next life is better than this one, but... we cling to what we know is safe, you know?
Anyway, Friday cannot come soon enough. I'd simply sit in my room and watch the clock tick by if I had the chance.