





The above was the beginning for the three cities, ten days plan that started with resentment but ended with a cold sadness that it was finally done. This trip allowed me to 1) appreciate the luxuries of my life when I have them 2) take some time off to travel and explore without having to worry about money 3) learn what I truly want now 4) remind me about you. Perhaps the best part of it all was having the chance to run the fuck away from the realities of my mistakes. I wanted to type life but I can't do that in all honesty. The only flaw in the grand plan of escaping from the cutting glare of love is that I will always come back to this.
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