I'm at a hotel in Roswell, New Mexico. I could have sworn that I dropped my classes at the University of Texas at Arlington. I feel funny about dropping out, I mean. I moved out there, I mean, to Texas, and I stayed there for two years, and I finally had an opportunity to go to college, and I dropped out, but, it doesn't seem that the system will allow me to drop my classes. I don't know what the hell to do. I don't really want to go back to Las Vegas, and I also don't really want to go back to Texas. I don't really know what the fuck to do, and I really don't know where the fuck to go. I don't want to go back to Vegas, and I don't want to go back to Texas. I just don't know what the fuck to do right now. Archived Content 10/14/2022 05:28 PM
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