I'm coming home. Don't know for how long. Don't know if I'm coming back to Geneseo. Some days I'm not quite sure I'm gonna make it through the day. I hardly think a change of scene is going to help me at all, to be frank, cause last time I checked you can't escape your mind. Well, you can, if you're insane, but in my experience it has the tendency to follow you around. I guess I just don't have enough support around here... Well, I'm sure if I asked, people would be more than happy to listen (really, everyone here is too good to be true) but I don't like asking. I hate bothering people, especially when they have issues that far overshadow my stupid ones. So I guess it's my fault that I fell this far. Boo on me. And well... Never mind. I'm just a dumbass who asks too much from people that have their own things to sort out. I just wish they'd tell me when they want me to go away.

They got their wish. I'm away. God bless em, I hope they make it through. They deserve the world... and since I obviously can't give it to em, maybe they can find someone else who will.

This makes no sense. I'm just gonna shut up.

Bye guys. See you when I see you.