sometimes i think i moved here just to make a ton of money and move back, richer.

if you think leaving cross country in a car that had no heat with a partner that maybe mildly hated me at the time in the middle of a polar vortex, january, to move to kensington didn’t mark some part of my soul and steal something from me, i intend to prove to you, without blame or fault, how fucked up this journey has made me.

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