misstree thanks for being so supportive, mommy dearest.
you have a bad feeling about it because your dreams and my dreams have always been very different, and deep down somewhere you might know that i'm not coming back to this state. you desperately want me to keep my insuarnce job because it's nice and stable and has all the thigns that my lifestyle doesn't normally get me, insurance and vacation and whatnot. you're hoping that i hate it because you're scared for me.

that's not what i need right now. i need your help. this is my dream, and it was planted on the very first camping trip we went on, and it's been fed by desperate need to leave this corn town forever.

i'm doing it right this time. be happy.
what's it to you?
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