I Was Going to New York, You Bluewit, You Are Going to Regret This. I Will Not Regret This.

I was going to move out of the house for good. The tickets counselled. My dad told me a couple of hours later. He just got up the phone with the airline. But we are fighting. You know very well that those two things have nothing to do with each other. I spent the week end locked in my room, reading the 20 or 30 books on my night stand. Everything i looked at was outside my prize range. Finally, almost miraculously, i found a cheap room in an apartment across from the national statium, very close to the university. So i had one full final day, which i spent inspecting every corner of my parent's house as if i