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Ok so life is confusing and people suck.
I dont want to leave vegas and come home, because by doing so things will change.
- Olivia is leaving and never coming back to vegas. Everytime i say this and really understand what it means i feel like i'm just going to burst out crying. She's my best friend here, shes practically my sister, and I'm losing her, just like that. She'll go back to Orange County and I'll be stuckin the HoCo and Vegas without her. It kills me. Plus I have to say good bye to her like 2 and a half days early because she is going to the Mountain West Conference meet on thursday and wont get back until right after my plane takes off. I really cant deal with not having her around.
- Coming home is just a strange and alien exeperience. It's like coming back to a place that doesnt exsist. Columbia will never be the same as it was when i was in high school, to me, it's not the town i grew up in, too much has changed. To y'all it's probably the same old po-dunk columbia, but i guess I've changed too much for columbia to remain the same to me, does that make any type of sense?
- I have to come home to family drama, because let's face it, why would i move 3000 miles away from everything and everyone i know? Oh, ya, it's because of them. I cant escape all of their shit by being here, but it helps me get away from most of it. When I'll be home, it's going to be like being a sophomore in high school all over again. The constant fighting, and arguing over their time with me. I plan on not being around them too much, again, like i did when i lived there.
But dont get me wrong, i want to leave vegas like no one's business.
- I'm tired of my roommate and all of her friends waking me up at odd hours of the morning. I'm tired of them always getting high, I'm tired of my suitemates being loud when i want to sleep, i'm tired of my floormates running up and down the halls screaming, i'm tried of drunkeness (not on my part). I'm just tired
- I'm slightly... no... more than slightly Vegas-ed out. No more tourists, yellow light runners, crazy people walking the streets, slow stupid west coast mentality. All of it.
- and I'm SUPER tired of my so-called friends. I have plent yof real friends like Kelly, Olivia, and Cheyenne, but the fake ones kill me. I dont know why i try. Seriously, i dont know why. That goes for all of the democrats except like a handful... why do i try to be your friend when deep down i know that you'll never let me into your stupid little high school clique. Fuck them, fuck them all.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm torn.
Last but not least, I want to come home, because i miss you all!!!
I dont want to leave vegas and come home, because by doing so things will change.
- Olivia is leaving and never coming back to vegas. Everytime i say this and really understand what it means i feel like i'm just going to burst out crying. She's my best friend here, shes practically my sister, and I'm losing her, just like that. She'll go back to Orange County and I'll be stuckin the HoCo and Vegas without her. It kills me. Plus I have to say good bye to her like 2 and a half days early because she is going to the Mountain West Conference meet on thursday and wont get back until right after my plane takes off. I really cant deal with not having her around.
- Coming home is just a strange and alien exeperience. It's like coming back to a place that doesnt exsist. Columbia will never be the same as it was when i was in high school, to me, it's not the town i grew up in, too much has changed. To y'all it's probably the same old po-dunk columbia, but i guess I've changed too much for columbia to remain the same to me, does that make any type of sense?
- I have to come home to family drama, because let's face it, why would i move 3000 miles away from everything and everyone i know? Oh, ya, it's because of them. I cant escape all of their shit by being here, but it helps me get away from most of it. When I'll be home, it's going to be like being a sophomore in high school all over again. The constant fighting, and arguing over their time with me. I plan on not being around them too much, again, like i did when i lived there.
But dont get me wrong, i want to leave vegas like no one's business.
- I'm tired of my roommate and all of her friends waking me up at odd hours of the morning. I'm tired of them always getting high, I'm tired of my suitemates being loud when i want to sleep, i'm tired of my floormates running up and down the halls screaming, i'm tried of drunkeness (not on my part). I'm just tired
- I'm slightly... no... more than slightly Vegas-ed out. No more tourists, yellow light runners, crazy people walking the streets, slow stupid west coast mentality. All of it.
- and I'm SUPER tired of my so-called friends. I have plent yof real friends like Kelly, Olivia, and Cheyenne, but the fake ones kill me. I dont know why i try. Seriously, i dont know why. That goes for all of the democrats except like a handful... why do i try to be your friend when deep down i know that you'll never let me into your stupid little high school clique. Fuck them, fuck them all.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm torn.
Last but not least, I want to come home, because i miss you all!!!