The rule was simple, 1 bag for three months on the road. Taking a road trip with your friends seems like a good idea, right? Well it would have been if my enemy since kindergarten wasn't coming. Three months on the road with your worst enemy would drive anyone one insane.

EPISTOLARY NOVEL STATUS UPDATE: Why am I afraid of being myself again? Why am I scared to take the risk? The more I hold back, the more it creates hole within me. The one I love, when I was blind, is different from the person I am seeing now. It seems like he doesn't know me at all. I thought I was broken because he left me, but I've realized, I am broken because he's now a total STRANGER.)