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I didn't talk much this week. At all in fact. Not necessarily the situation where you would bid someone a farewell. Well actually...maybe this is the perfect ordeal, now that I was leaving, I should probably say my most pressing opinions, though honestly, I couldn't bare the idea of anyone catching up with me. My anxiety would most likely rat me out. I would have to answer back if I had talked to someone so I kept quiet. You see, I was determined to get out. And getting swarmed wasn't part of the planning. my desk was a mess, cluttered with bullshit. Things I told myself I would need. I had just painted the led light bulb that sat in the long slick lamp across the bedframe. Glowing a hew of red, even though I had meant for it to be orange I had to make due. I had to admit. Wasn't bad for the last color I'd see it become. It had been purple before, but I grew tired of the shade quickly.

I didn't know what tomorrow would bring. I should have been thinking about this hours ago but hey, Stand by Me was on and I couldn't miss a classic besides, my "guardian" wasn't home. And it was pleasant being alone for the last few days. I sat at the edge of my bed. One thing I would for sure miss. It still had the hot air balloon pattern that's been painted on since the year 2nd.

I didn't know what led me to believe sitting around waiting for absolute shit was better than figuring out what I had to pack. My brain wasn't quick to the idea of it working, saying this because I was just in a fog of smoke, and I couldn't think. I decided to get my camp bag I used in 5th grade. It held alot, and it somehow would be significantly lighter than a suit case. No. With this I could just carry it on me, njo fuss, it's there, ya know?

It was an hour to pack, don't judge me we all are our stuff. But packing to me was easy. I had stuffed some good t-shirts, and some jeans. I hadn't bothered much with the clothing, I wore nice shit most of the time so I just grabbed what was around me. What I did worry for was my belongings though. I had this planned out. It was brilliant to say the least. I would put my possessions and put them somewhere else, somewhere no one would find.

I had just the place but of course... I had to wait till morning.

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