Vegas was...different. I commend my father for trying to pick me up off my feet and save me from the misery I had been feeling. It worked... for a little while. When I was on the plane home I felt a sinking feeling in my gut realizing that I was on my way back to a world that I didnt want to be a part of and that my misery would come back full
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wish i knew you were going to vegas, i would have told you some cool stuff to do.
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