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I've made up my mind about the music. I've made up my mind about the style. I know that I'm stable and able to settle down.

I'm nineteen years old. I'm graduated from high school. I'm currently living in Palatine, Illinois and attended North Central College for my freshman year as a Japanese major and countless other things I'm still trying to decide on.
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With my first year of college out of the way, right now I'm really trying to figure a lot of things out (pretty typical I guess, haha). Over the past year I kind of lost any and all feelings of "home" that I once had, so I usually spend my time dreaming about the future, and finding home again. It reminds me of that line from Garden State, hah.

"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it."

_{I wanna go to a place where I can say that I'm alright, and stay there with you.}

It's hard for me to find someone who I can stand more than a few days. I seldom get very close to someone, but when I do it lasts forever. I'm odd and never fit in and maybe I never will but I'm alright with that. I love who I am and I'm not changing for anyone or anything. I'm shy but you just have to give me time to warm up to you and then I have no boundaries, hah.
SOOOOO SUP. I'm pretty amazing.

"Now looking back on months and years of intimacy, to feel that your friend, while you still remember the moving words you exchanged, is yet growing distant and living in a world apart - all this is sadder far than partings brought by death."
- Essays in Idleness