It’s the worst part of the holidays. It’s plain depressing having to end something. I should be used to leaving. I should. But I guess I’ll never get used to leaving home. It should be easier by now. But it isn’t. I mean I’ll be back, but spending the night packing? It just gets me down.
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cumberbitchacho said:
BABY I’LL MISS YOUUUU
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starsinyourbloodstream said:
I understand that completely… You never really get used to leaving and packing is just plain depressing…
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