It's 6am and the sky is still a deep blue, lights are still on and I'm meant to be a asleep. Still I'm here in the car with my dad, Rolling Stones playing on the radio and mouth going endlessly on about random things. Inside I try to battle my natural instinct to just be angst, to just hate it there (with reason), but I wanna try to not do that. There's only 6 more months anyway, so I might as well get the best of it. 
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