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i left atlanta last night at 7pm after i FINALLY found out my plane to houston leaves at 6:15am. goddamn i was so mad it was so early. dude seriously didn't tell me until a half hour before i left town &i was speeding so fast to get home. i had less than an hour to get ready &then left for the airport at 5am but somehow still missed my flight. whatever. i got the next one to houston at 7:35am. i guess we're going to london at 7pm but somehow we ended up at a library. not sure why but i don't want to ask so i'm just going to type this shit more to look busy &pretend i know whats going on. all i know is we're going to london tonight &flying to rome a few days later &i don't know what the fuck after that. it keeps changing &i'm tired of asking questions. &right before this we were at a mall with the worst stores ever. i miss my dad. i feel weird.