I packed and was fairly miserable. Sent a bunch of stuff home with my dad and was fairly miserable. I spent some time on Jo's bed, miserable. Then I spent some time not on Jo's bed, miserable.

Word Jowie.

Tomorrow's going to be really great because my sister is super excited and will act accordingly, I will be leaving what I've loved most in the past four years and will act accordingly. This can't be a recipe for success.

There's a little echo in my room now. I can hear it when I close my door and I can hear it when I type on this ancient keyboard.

I'm tired and I should go sleep.


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