Jan 21, 2013
I don't want to start packing. I don't want to leave this place. Or these people. I love it and them too much. I know I'll be back, but I don't want to have to go through the time that it'll take before I can come back.
I don't want to go home. I guess I am my father's daughter. I just hope I grow out of that before it starts to matter.
I don't want to go back to work and have to deal with certain people that I'm not that interested in. I don't want to have hope that something could still work out even though I'll be in Willis.
I don't want to take a break. I don't want to lose my momentum.
Why did I do this to myself? And why does all of this have to happen at the same time?











