Home is home. Its not where my heart is. I'm not sure where that is actually. Right now I feel like I could make a home anywhere, as long as I'm with Mallory, taking pictures, and drinking coffee, and maybe strum a guitar or two. I've been wasting my summer away, not that I regret anything Ive done so far, just that I regret the lack of what I've done. I can't seem to get myself motivated, and the stress of being home is wearing me down. I really need to find some work.
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