Me: "I decided to not go to Brazil."
Brother: "That's probably a good idea. Are you coming home?"
Me: "No. That was never my intention, remember?"
Brother: "Take lots of pictures, then."
I can finally think clearly about things. When I laid in my bunk and thought about it all last night, it still really doesn't make sense to me.
And as much as it hurts, that's okay.
I don't think I would be here right now if I knew what I wanted.
--Annie