God damn I hella hate waiting in airports because I think it’s just a slap to the face for people that have to say goodbye to others. It would be so much better if we could just take off immediately and leave this part of out lived behind, but instead I’m sitting here alone on my iPhone because there is no free wi-fi, typing this and thinking back on how I didn’t spend enough time with my family and friends. What I find strange is that I’m actually sadder leaving this time than I was when I left over the summer. Like coming back for just 3 weeks is almost no time at all and it was just like a teaser to what my past life used to be in Fremont. I just saw Nate and Haywad 6 hours ago and I miss them already, I miss everyone already. I hate leaving.