I didn't want to go. I held back tears the whole morning. Me and my mom left rather suddenly because we took a while to prepare, so I didn't have much time to say goodbye to my cats.
I cried upon sitting on the train, for a bit. The journey was long, and I'm feeling numb. There's hardly anything in here. I have no spark. I'm dreading tomorrow.
But I'm back home.
I have to change the foil on my windows, it's starting to be a little old and having small holes.
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