my trip to florida was good. i had a nice time. the weather was nice. i did some nice things. nice nice nice. for some reason vacations like that always leave me feeling empty.
maybe i'm just over tired from the 24 hour straight driving to get back. maybe i'm just beginning to get worried about upcoming stuff that needs to be done. maybe its the fact that its my birthday and no one remembered without me having to tell them. but this is the saddest day i've experienced in a long time.
there are so many things that i want to say, but i've forgotten how to let them out.
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