I can't sleep. I'm back in the states. It's ok. But I feel like a shell of myself. I cry a lot. I've got my feet firmly below me and I'm making my way but my heart is dragging me down. Oregon is just like I left it. My room is like a time capsule. One good thing about coming back was all these clothes I totally forget I owned. I was like what?
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