Call me American (and you´d be correct) but the three weeks ahead with zero plans seem to be looming endlessly.
I just like to be productive and useful.
Maybe I will be a pro guitarist by the time I leave, or speak fluent German, or be bald due to an existential crisis leading to a total head shave
If Em could hang out in her house all her life, I think I can manage something for a few days. And she wrote beautiful poetry, nonetheless. Maybe I can do something like it.
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Go scream in a field, you will feel better! With love, you existential crisis buddy, Anne.
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