Hard goodbyes and easy goodbyes.
I had a lot of easy goodbyes today, and only one hard one. One really, really hard one that I’m still dwelling on 14 hours later. And that I’m gonna dwell on for a while.
Some nights.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve cried this much in a 5 hour period.
I hate that for every minute I spend on this bus, I’m a minute farther away from where I want to be. And I hate that this is nothing compared to what it’ll be next year.
Everything is ending.
Everything is so indefinite right now. I hate not having the answers.
