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I'm supposed to fly home tomorrow and idk I haven't mentioned it to dad. I feel kind of guilty but I've been here three weeks and I fucking hate Texas so fucking much.

(Sorry, the people are nice but the logistics are super challenging. Also the fake facades make it feel like if there were a Disneyland for automobiles. Like if self-driving cars became sentient, Dallas would be their theme park.)

My dad has no friends here at all. I don't know how much longer he'll be in hospital. I don't know if he'll still be alive in December, when I plan to return.