Randi (and her camera).

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There are times

When I want to leave. Out of this state, just run away for awhile. I love Washington too fucking much (I mean, c’mon, I just got a tattoo of it), but I just need to explore. Learn. Work on myself for awhile. 

This looming deadline that I’ve given myself about joining the Air Force is looking so nice right now, especially when I was just working on McChord for three days. 

I want to leave now. Don’t be surprised if in a couple weeks I tell you all I’m leaving. 

I’m just too sad right now. 

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Why can’t every week be like this?

I think I’d be perfectly okay with living in a hotel room during the week and going back home on the weekends.

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I’ve really just came to the conclusion that I’m a huge fucking bitch who thinks they are better than everyone else.

I think I’ve always been that way, though.

Sorry.

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I’m sick of standing still. I want to explore and adventure. I want to get out of the Northwest (but only for a little while).

Even though I have had some pretty spectacular accomplishments in the last five years, I feel like I haven’t gone anywhere in life.

By this time next year, I will more than likely be in tech school.

If not sooner.

Sup, Air Force?

But really, this is something I’ve been considering for about the past year. A lot of things have happened in the last five years that I’m just not happy with; decisions I’ve made and where I currently am in life.

Telling my best friend everything that’s been going on inside my head lately is breaking my heart. Why are you across the world? Come home.

There were two people last night that knew/remembered me from the Club Adrian days, six or seven years ago. One of them I had never talked to before, but said she always loved my photography. The other told me it was rad I was still doing photography. The amount of people that were at the show, the different groups of friends that were there, that’s why I love my scene so much. We can go months or years without seeing or talking to each other, but still click like it was yesterday.

I’m tired of driving around this stupid town. I’m not okay. I’m not. I’m not.

When did I get this bad? What happened? I just want to run away.