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My old house is up for sale. I don't know how to feel about that. I haven't drawn anything in fucking weeks. I haven't stopped caring. I've just started doing what I drew instead of wanting it. And I don't know that that's bad at all.

I don't feel like I deserve my life right now. But I still accept it. I dunno. I dunnooooooooooooooo but I'm not unhappy. And i don't need to have everything figured out anyhow.

Oh, I forgot the date. Happy Valentine's and you'll be surprised to know that I haven't done anything (yet). Just sat around with Avery's family. I love them, you know? I really do. And so does my sister. She'll hate to leave them, but not as much as I'll hate to see her leave me. Them.

Any suggestions for secret things to slip into Jake's luggage?