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2:25 AM

Nothing particularly inspiring tonight.

The most raw emotions come out under the moonlight.  With no one around.  But nothing's there.

As I lay here, breathing, eye's glazed over, listening to Band of Skulls, Nothing is coming to me.  

I am leaving in eight weeks.

55 days, rather.

It's not like I'm scared.  It's not as if I don't want to go.  It's that I don't think I'm ready.


That has been my fear all along.


I can do it.  I just want to do it better.

We'll see.