I'm down 25 pounds, but also down with strep, or something like that. My throat is killing me and it hurts to speak. I feel as if it's my body reminding me I still have a voice. Here.
I feel like every time I make a resolution to write or take a picture once a day, something bad happens that year. Yet I've still decided I need to write daily and keep myself on track for this pivotal year.
This is the year I'm leaving the town that I hate so much and moving back home. Nothing has ever felt more right, but the other day I did feel a twinge of regret. You can't repeat the past, you can't go home again. I just need to prepare myself for the town it has turned into, rather than the town it was 10 years ago.
Hopefully this will help me.
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