Alright. I'll admit. I'm better off without the bitch.
I want to be in WA again so, so badly. I was recently there visiting my cousin, Leia. Idk if you guys remember her.
It was surreal. The mountains, lakes, rivers, the fuckin ocean. It's where I want to be. Hell, it's where I want to die.
No, really. If I had died right then, I wouldn't have given a shit. Well, it probably would've put a huge damper on our trip and all, but it would've been okay in the end.
At the age of 25, I think I've finally found out who I am and what I want to be. No, that doesn't mean I've found what I want to do, just the kind of person I should be and actually really look forward to being in the future.
Things really suck but at the same time, I'm okay. I'm good. I'm... happy