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[hellontuesday]

eight more days until i'm home. feel like everything has changed so much since i've been gone. not sure how old friends will react to the new me i mean i do have a beard now. but really, looking back at this year the whole experience has made me much more brave and perhaps more reckless in turn. i used to be so afraid of everything, even if i didn't show it. now i don't even care because everything can change with a plane ticket and a willingness to leave the depressing shit behind. you never truly forget all the people from your past, but you can bury the ones you want to pretty deep.

There's nothing really left to say,
My soul is stuck on the interstate.
When I finally get around to coming home,
I'll have long forgotten the area code.