I can't fucking wait to get away from you and this place.
I can already feel that I'm not going to keep in touch that well,
it's not like you'll care anyway though.
I obviously do nothing for you, right?
How melodramatic am I?
I don't even know what I'm doing with my future.
But who honestly gives one fuck how I end up?
Maybe I can just be some old hermit in Salt Lake City or Oregon.
I guess it depends if I can even find work.
Regardless of all of that, I'll be happy to get out of here.
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