You're unhappy, you aren't really sure why. You look around and thinknto yourself in the talking heads voice, this is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife. How dis I get here?
Why the fuck do I feel like I was hit with a Mac fucking truck right in the chest. Oh!!! Because I haven't looked in the mirror in months, I haven't focused on myself in countless days. Everyday has been for my two dearest friends and strangers that don't actually know me. On this little trip I have totally lost who I am. I mean I still know who I am I know that deep down I'm still the same person, I just need to wake up and find her and tell her she's had a nice vacation but It's time to come back.
My to do list is long, I'm getting a cold, my grandfather died, and I had the worst vacation in the history of vacations. I'm going to get everything done as fast as I can this week with hopes of bouncing the fuck out of here next week. Who takes vacations from vacations, I do I suppose.
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