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The Truth:

If I could, right now…I’d drop everything:

buy a typewriter,

lease an apartment with a view (in Scotland),

chop off all my hair and then spike up the remaining pixied pieces,

call all of the ex-friends, boyfriends, and family members I’ve learned from, but in the hard way,

put all the money I have (which isn’t much) in an old shoebox I’ve had for too long,

buy a really nice pen, and some really old paper (the kind that smells musty)

and find every possible outlet (short of climbing Edinburgh’s inactive volcano and screaming to my lung’s extent) to explain to the world how much I’ve learned, haven’t figured out yet, and planned to understand in the following months of writing, listening, dreaming, and talking to foreign corners of my room and people at the store. 

Unfortunately, today’s not the day for that.

Tomorrow’s not either.

But someday, you’ll know when, I’ll make myself clear.