Yesterday, I sat next to my parents for a total of 20 minutes, in two halves. They sent me out to the store almost as soon as I came in. Today I've spent maybe half an hour including dinner actually saying anything to them. I spent more time with them during the weekend while living in Statesboro then in any two weeks now. Or it seems that way. What's my point to all of this? It's time to go, I've stayed long enough and this isn't my home anymore. I would've been happier going to the same place everybody else went to instead of GS. Somehow, it makes me feel better to say this and not let it rot in my mind. Not like it matters, nobody reads this, so I can say whatever the hell I want.
LATER
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