tonight is the last night i will ever spend at 1927 Hennepin Avenue. i feel as though i should write something poetic, a poignent confessional of my year here and how i've changed and what i have learned. Strangely i have no such urge. Banishing this place from my exsistance is having little effect on my heart. It's more of an escape, like moving away from home for the first time. Moving away from some places is like heartbreak. This is not one of those places. Striking out on my own has always been a positive force in my life; independence has always been a value of mine. So it goes. Fuck this shit, i'm outtie.
And not that i want to mar this with talk of a boy, but-
i miss him. and that makes me think.
And not that i want to mar this with talk of a boy, but-
i miss him. and that makes me think.
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