Well It Just Hit Me…
I’m leaving. Everything. Behind.
FUCK!
Today I started triage, which is basically throwing shit away so as to not pack anything I don’t need. And looking at it all. It hit me and I sorta panicked a little.
Well I wanted to run away with the Circus. What’s the lesson here kiddies? Be careful what you wish for.
I lifted the synopsis from Wikipedia because I didn’t feel like rewritting it myself:

















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