So, this is pretty fucked up.
No matter how tired I get, I don't go to sleep until about 4 or 5 in the morning. I stopped bothering to go to bed before that. I get headaches because I'm so tired, but the second I hit the bed, I get restless.
I really need out of Charlotte. I'm getting sucked in.
I had the best times of my life here, easily. Hands down. But, I need to get out, and the city wants me to leave.
I'm going on tour this summer, it's almost a done deal. That sort of almost makes me happy. I think I need it, but I'm worried I wont get it.
I miss hanging out with my friends. Some more than others. But, I'll be gone soon. I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back to Charlotte again.
How can something so liberating be so fucking depressing?
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