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Home. What a place, eh? The horrible thing about coming home, aside from the boredom, is the thought that comes with everything. And I mean everything. My mind never stops working here. It's funny, because I live and school in Florida, where most people go to die, right? Everyone retires there and althought it is a morbid thought, that's the truth. I work down there, I go to school there, I live my life there for the most part. When I come back up north here, it's the 'vacation' part. Yet everytime I come back up here, I struggle with the ideas of career and growing up and all that jazz. It makes no sense. I pay my own bills and rent down there, yet when I am back up here living under my parent's roof, those same ideas really haunt me. The future is something I should be looking forward too, not something that I dread or really fear.
I don't know what's going on. Family has me thinking about too much right now. Got to get back into routine and clear my mind.
I don't know what's going on. Family has me thinking about too much right now. Got to get back into routine and clear my mind.