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I think I'm tired. Of life in general. Of people, and the having to put up with them. If I had a garden, it wouldn't be so bad. Or better yet, a road to walk on and never turn back. I'm sick of all of this.
I'm tired of lying to myself, or perhaps I'm not. But the thing is, I don't know. And that's the worst part. I want to go back to six years ago. I never should have left things how I did with Alex. And I never should have gone to the Air Force Academy.
I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here.
I want to go home, but I don't know where it is.
I'm tired of lying to myself, or perhaps I'm not. But the thing is, I don't know. And that's the worst part. I want to go back to six years ago. I never should have left things how I did with Alex. And I never should have gone to the Air Force Academy.
I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here.
I want to go home, but I don't know where it is.