I was already walking after him but then for some reason I turned around and went back and all the way home I wanted to drive and hit a wall. Am I not done with this yet? Leaving doesn't feel as good as staying feels bad.
I observe life. I seek myself. I love things. I'm getting convinced that my life will be a big existential crisis.
This is about it. Everything's about it.
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