this sucks. no, really.
in seventy-two hours i'll be on my way. maybe it's the gray sky, but i'm filled up with a synical dismay for everything i love today. don't even feel like finishing my packing. don't want to sit in the car for sixteen hours. don't want to do.. anything. that includes doing nothing. don't want to write this stupid journal entry that noone...
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