Counting down, still counting down. And there are less than two weeks left, actually. There are thirteen days. A little bit less now, I presume, but the idea remains. And I just want it to be over. I want to be done with all of this. I could get out of quite a lot of it quite simply, just leaving, getting away. I really want to do that, if certain people let me.
It would be like a repeat of that one weekend. Not quite a repeat, it would be a much more limited opportunity, so to speak, but if it works out even a little bit, it will be pleasant, more pleasant than this place can ever be for me at this point. I'm ready to be gone. I'm glad that I've realized it now, because it's time for me to be leaving anyway, and I might as well be glad of it.
I've lost my train of thought completely. There are so many portions of this past year that I would gladly forget. I know it doesn't work that way, and I don't know how it came up in my mind, but the thought process is what it is. I'm just rambling. I don't know what to say anymore. I'm filling space because my mind isn't working properly and that's okay, because it happens sometimes, so I'm just going to let it go.
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