I’m going to miss my friends, so so much. It kind of makes me want to scream kills me on the inside a bit. “Be careful what you wish for” is a phrase that comes to mind. 3 years I spend every waking moment fighting to get back to my home, and when my deal with the devil is made, and the blood dries from my finger, sure enough this place becomes my home. Hard not to wonder which I want more at this time. My closest and best friends have shown up 3 months before I move, and for the first time in a good, good while, I had to choke back a tear. Yet I have a family where I am to go, and I have missed them all so much. But why the HELL do I have to make another family, one in which I’ve bonded so much in such little time. I’ll miss the gorgeous redhead who had my heart on a string, the black haired mistress who’s sure to be famous and is beautiful inside and out, my bearded partner in crime and his beloved pearl, my band mate and my identical twin, and as of recently, the chad kroeger to my nickelback. I love you all, if by chance you happen to read this, you are my family, and you’d be insane to think I won’t come back to see you. Throughout my time here, I’ve had a change of heart, and I will never be able to repay my family for giving me a reason to get out of bed. I love you, smoke a bowl for me, and keep the good times rolling.

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