Oh fuck this.
I don't want to move home. I've spent two years convincing myself that everything would be different if I didn't live in Framingham. Everything will be exactly the same, I just won't be able to blame anything on the distance. I'll have to blame it on myself. Seriously, the sooner I can accept that the better.
I'm going to Ireland next spring. I'm not even going to think about it anymore. I have like this list of 74 things I'm so worried about leaving behind like they'll be in ruins when i get back. Like they're not in ruins now. It won't change anything. The only thing I should be worrying about is my Pop's cancer getting worse while i'm gone. Being trapped on some island knowing thats going on back home. How do you even live with that. You can't. Honestly.
Our thesis is almost done. I can't even believe it. I couldn't even finish my tin foil hand for fucking remedial sculpure at the art institute in 2003. And my thesis is almost done. How did that even happen.
Whhhhaaaat the fuck.
I'm going to Ireland next spring. I'm not even going to think about it anymore. I have like this list of 74 things I'm so worried about leaving behind like they'll be in ruins when i get back. Like they're not in ruins now. It won't change anything. The only thing I should be worrying about is my Pop's cancer getting worse while i'm gone. Being trapped on some island knowing thats going on back home. How do you even live with that. You can't. Honestly.
Our thesis is almost done. I can't even believe it. I couldn't even finish my tin foil hand for fucking remedial sculpure at the art institute in 2003. And my thesis is almost done. How did that even happen.
Whhhhaaaat the fuck.