I keep reminding myself that it is only for a little bit longer. I only am there until February 17th. One month. I can do it for one month. After all, it's already been five.
Of course, I'll be going back days later. But those breaks, those long weekends, they're my saving grace. Those are the times where I force myself to remember all the things that make me happy. I can't say that it works really. I like to think it does. I like to think that forcing the smiles and the laughs will make things better.
Regardless, I have to go back. I am doing everything to figure out what it means for me to transfer. I have researched schools. I have thought out what I am looking for. The result is still the same; I don't want to go.
Yeah, I know. I've been down this road before. I have to go, I get that.
Now that I know that where I am is not where I can be, then I need to find the next best thing to being free.
So here's to moving out of hell.
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