In four hours it will be February. And thus, it will be around fifty days until I leave the country.
The whole world is orange at the moment because the sun is on its way down and I have terrible eyesight. Either that or the stress has actually begun to impede my vision.
I've been doing that thing I do when life gets to me. I picked a fight with one of the people I love most in the world. I either eat nothing but crap or nothing. And I am excruciatingly dull, most especially when writing blogs. Even I get bored listening to me talk. Seriously. I don't even want to finish these sentences because I know they're no better at the end than they were at the start.
I have fifty days to decide what I want. What I will do.
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