I guess this is me leaving– grudgingly, maybe; unhappy, probably not; leaving nonetheless. I’ve just had to hit the fact hard on that no one really cares and that I really will be doing this alone, but at the moment, I’m not so sure that I care. For the first time in a long while, I finally feel like it’s over, this us that I have in my head. For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m going home, even if it is alone.
I’ll be in Germany until the ninth of July, but probably unreachable until about band camp. Things like tonight make me unsure if I even want to come back, no matter. I’m still quite pathetic and would like to chat with you, so drop me e-mails (itrekkie [at] gmail [dot] com) and if you so like, your address and I write you a letter and some postcards, maybe even call you. I don’t know, I’m moving on, but I’d like you to go with me. It’s kind of something I have to do, and yes, I’m going to miss you, but this is it.
Until you believe me let me say this: they are real. So am I, even when I’m not here.