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[meganisbadnews]

i'm feeling sentimental and i'm starring up at the sky with squinted eyes. i believe that fate is written in the stars and that if i could just see past the sun's rays i'll be able to see where we fall in terms of what was meant to be. what does nineteen days mean to you? i've spent too many nights wishing back the summer i found home in the faces of seven strangers. if my walls could speak, they would scream at me and for once i'd hold my tongue and take the beating. dear new jersey, i thank you for my past but i am turning in my resignation. i've done all i can here and it's time to move on. i'm gracously making space for those who will celebrate my departure and wishing them the best because grudges have been proven useless. i got a phonecall from the past about a month ago, i was drunk in a street at 4 a.m. and i don't recall much of what was said, but they seemed happy. i don't know where i'm going, but i have hope that wherever it is i end up, i find a house of seven strangers and they dance in the living room and love eachother whole heartedly. and one would dance on tables as the other would dance on people, and one would chain smoke cigarettes and one would talk about their ex. and one would pass out in corners while the other took pictures and we would all sit around a table and take shots together.

i want everyone to know, that i have had the best memories with all of you. and i will probably never have as much fun with anyone else. but i have my memories, and i know that despite everything that's happened, that at one point, we were amazing and had more fun then anyone, and that's enough for me.