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my bags are packed. im going to florida. im checking the weather. floridas weather. im going to florda. its 10:44. less than 17 hours before my flight. i cant believe im going. after a year. and im going. im going home. i cant stop crying. im apologizing ahead of time for any of the babblings that go on in this entry. but fuck. i cant stop crying. i cant believe im going home. its too much. i cant even deal with it. EVERYONE. im going to see everyone. kelsey. karen. brie. ale. feli. jp. kramer. mikee. jose. brett. adrien. ryan. glenn. i dont even know what to do with myself. im going to drive on glades. and go to deerfield beach. and go to shadowood 16 and muvico and brooklyn boys pizza. and oh my god. home. i always thought that if i got the slightest chance to go back id just jump up at the opporunity no questoins asked. i didnt know itd be this big. its so much. its my life. my entire life thrown back at me. i hope people still think im funny. i hope people still love me. i hope people arent mad at me for the last year. i hope people havent changed too much. i hope everythings still in its place. i know its not going to be. i dont know what i want. i want to know i havent missed much. i want to know everyone still goes to loggers fields. and south county fields. but i know they dont. i hope people dont judge me. i hope people dont expect much from me. cause im not much anymore. fuck. this past year. fuck i dont even know what i am. i just remember loving who i used to be. i hope i dont miss them too much when i leave. no. i hope i do. cause they deserve it. boca deserves it. bocas the most amazing place. bocas home. im coming home. let me just blow my nose first.