Tomorrow, I'm finally moving out.

A day I've waited ever since I stepped into the soil of England. That was my first apparent goal. It has been quite a rough patch. I haven't even packed enough things yet for tomorrow's event and hardly anyone even bothers to care. Everyone's so pathetically indifferent to my pain. Yet I feel fine and couldn't care a penny less. Destination: High Street near Bow. Walking distance from Three Mills Studio where my workplace currently is. I had to procure stitches and burns to achieve this, and I'm paying dearly for my ingratitude. All is fair in hate and destruction, as I would say.

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