It is 175 miles from the border of Indiana and Michigan to Ann Arbor.
Every time, every single time I come here, I set out with the idea that it's like the best idea ever. Like I can't wait because it's been 6 months since I've been "home." And every time I get here I want to turn right back around and drive back to Chicago. I just can't wait to get home... and what... be filled with nearly uncontrollable anxiety.
What crazy part of me thinks that moving back here is actually a good idea. I have this good friend and she is supposed to remind me every time I mention Michigan that I feel like shit every time I come here. And every time she reminds me and every time I think it is going to be different.
And then it is just the same. Every time.
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What happened? I didn't have any idea tonight that you were feeling like this! I wish you would have talked to me. Call if you need anything.
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