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It's a rare occasion I get angry enough to take any course of action. But if I'm going to do something, it's going to be drastic. Take today for example, my history teacher was shoving false information down my class's throat. What did I do? After explaining the entire Bolshevik Revolution, I fucking left. I walked out and walked home. It's an 8-10 mile walk home. I just left. Two hours, one walk down 4th street, 12 honks, and 18 chick-fil-a waffle fries later I arrived on my doorstep, exhausted.
I tried to pick up my ambien refill at the pharmacy, planning on taking the entire bottle as soon as I got home. Apparently you have to wait 15 days between refills. I sleep fine, I just like ambien and I'm good at convincing dumb doctors that I need it.
I decided in that I liked Northeast today and that I'm not looking forward to leaving. It's a small school. It's got that Sebring-esque feel. Not Sebring, just Sebring-esque. I like the people too. The Bosnians and the Croatians and the teachers as well. I'm the one who asked to leave. I wish we werent selling this house. It's so gorgeous out here. I walked home over the bay and just that breeze running through my hair, the feeling it gives me is better than any high I've had. It's difficult for me to accept the fact that I live here because I've done nothing to deserve it. Looking out from that bridge over the open water.. the emotions of the wind at the top and the smell of salt, god this is heaven. People only dream of days like this. They travel thousands of miles for one night when all I have to do is go sit outside in my back yard. Yep, leaving here is going to scar me most definitely.