Bitter Blue Skies

Perfection: The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects

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Guys…

I’m scared. I want to go home even though this place is absolutely amazing. It doesn’t feel right here, even if I’m better off here in Colorado than Burke.

I feel absolutely pathetic thinking that. That I actually want to go back to Burke. I must be insane to think that. Why in the world would I fucking want to go back to the hell hole that almost destroyed me….

I guess, I guess I honestly don’t want myself to be happy. Maybe that’s why I want to go back to Burke. Thankfully, God doesn’t want that for me and he wants me here, happy.

I’m sick. I know that. But, I can’t help but think, how I’m going to end up being like after this experience. Am I going to like it? Or will I just let myself destroy my thoughts again?

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