every so often it hits me that it is my last moments in america, but i have the wonderful ability to block it out. i've been saying goodbye for the past month, and it's pretty goddamn taxing. i hate change. i love routine, schedules and comfort. i'm not quite sure why i'm doing this, but i know in some strange way i have to.
i imagined i'd have some crazy last thoughts, but i don't.
i don't know when i'll have the internet again, besides at some internet cafe.
so...goodbye.
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