i've been meaning to write. but it's been hard, on the writing i mean.
so i'd packed my bags. and i took my flight home. and yes, i'm home. this decision was made last year, i didn't discuss it with anyone, not even my parents, until i've made up my mind. i think i've made a good call. this is good. i'm positive!
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i don't have to tell you the sad part. it was so sad, and so overwhelming. so no, i won't discuss the leaving-my-friends-behind part. let's just be adults and pretend that we understand that it was just too much.
i've unpacked. i've decorated the room a bit. i'm pleased. i'm happy.
i'm also currently very active in finding job oppurtunities. i told myself that i'd do fine, but i do not know what happened in between now and then that i got pretty desperate about finding a job. i'm pretty sure that i'm having anxiety attacks every night in bed. it's so disgusting. but i won't go yakyak into it. we'll just pray for the best.
and speaking of pray, i should start doing that too. it's not funny, anymore.
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