I miss New York.
Fuck.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I don't exactly know how to tell my parents that I'd like to go back. Now.
Maybe a visit would be enough to sustain my craving. Maybe I don't really want to be there permanently because, as I remember it, I wasn't all that happy. I mean, for a little bit I was...but not enough to warrant a permanent arrangement. Oy.
I'll just work on a visit.
1 comment:
let me know when youre gonna be there. duh. also blog shout out is complete.
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