Jesus Fucking Christ.
I don’t have much time to write anything at all, so let me just say this: If not for the fact that going to DigiPen has been almost a childhood dream of mine (well, since I was 13 or so, anyway), I’d probably have booked my own plane ticket back home by now. I’ve gotten a new apartment, gotten all my furniture ready, but restraining myself from planting fists/feet/knives into my parents is becoming more than a simple burden.
It’s simply killing me.
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