only packing a months worth of stuff. fuck being gone til the end of january. ive got shit to finish here.
call it running away if you want but its time for me to get out of the bay. i don’t want to come back and i dont think im going to this time. almost done packing.
I hate that everyone around me enjoys life so much and holds onto the little things that make life so interesting, when im stuck with the thought in the back of my mind that im dying. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to just enjoy the time I have left but that feels completely impossible. I dont have the time to make new friends, or travel, or start a new relationship, or enjoy the career I...