Remember when I said that unless I thought of something better I would start sublet hunting in New York?
I thought of something better.
It's official. I am going to Santa Cruz. I have my ticket. I have arranged for a place to stay. I have even told my parents (twice). They are freaking the fuck out.
The long and short of it is that I really miss
xturncoatxiii and there's no reason for me not to see him if I can. I have no obligations keeping me in New York this summer, so hell to the yeah.
Plus I am so ready to be out of here. Every conversation withthem my parents leaves me shaken at best and destroyed at worst. I am not sure I can explain what will be different, being a seven hour flight away from them rather than an hour drive, but I feel that it will make a big difference. This is their shit they need to deal with. I can't keep catching all their fallout.
I am, however, spending roughly three days in Connecticut between when I need to move out of my dorm and when I am flying out of JFK. I am really not looking forward to this. I am not looking forward to being repeatedly told that I am killing my parents and their deaths will be on my conscience for the rest of my life. (What a fucking twisted thing to say to your kid. That's fucking emotional terrorism.) I am not looking forward to my grandfather telling me it would have been better if they had burned alive last December. I know I am whining but it really fucking hurts.
But. My flight is booked. In twelve days I am leaving for sunnier skies. And
xturncoatxiii and I are going to see the Iron Man 2 movie five million times together. Shut up, in my world it is the perfect date movie. Oh yeah, and we're going spend time together. That too. ... Did I mentioned about Iron Man 2?
I thought of something better.
It's official. I am going to Santa Cruz. I have my ticket. I have arranged for a place to stay. I have even told my parents (twice). They are freaking the fuck out.
The long and short of it is that I really miss
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Plus I am so ready to be out of here. Every conversation with
I am, however, spending roughly three days in Connecticut between when I need to move out of my dorm and when I am flying out of JFK. I am really not looking forward to this. I am not looking forward to being repeatedly told that I am killing my parents and their deaths will be on my conscience for the rest of my life. (What a fucking twisted thing to say to your kid. That's fucking emotional terrorism.) I am not looking forward to my grandfather telling me it would have been better if they had burned alive last December. I know I am whining but it really fucking hurts.
But. My flight is booked. In twelve days I am leaving for sunnier skies. And
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