I'm dying in this town... which is why I'm jumping a plane tonight to Georgia, where I'm meeting up with
Geoff. I need to get my mind of things, and he's the perfect one to help me. Geoff's the kind of boy who'll take all of your problems and resolve them as best he can, only for the sake of seeing someone happy - he's selfless. He'll bitchslap your issues and then take you out at 3 in the morning for a sub sandwich. He's a good kid.
Jenny's staying in Nebraska, and though I feel a bit guilty for leaving her here with her insecurities, it's what has to be done. I can only hope that she'll keep good faith.
And with that said, I'm going to pack - it won't be a big load, though. There isn't much worth taking that hasn't already been destroyed somehow or another.