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I wanna go to Burning Man.

But I can't. I thought I was going to be busy, but I'm not. I'm going to be making my way from Denver to Portland somehow, and I really wish that, like last year, I was going by way of Burning Man.

But I don't know anyone going this year, and it's way too late to sneak my way into a camp and get a ride sorted, etc.

I feel like I'm missing out on one of my few opportunities to live my life. It's really bothering me.

I feel like puking.






UPDATE::
I literally started crying about this today. Well not just this, there's a lot of things, but this is just a clean way to rub everything in.

So then I went to the Burning Man page, and the only good thing to happen to me since I've been back in the states pretty much happened.

.....I found a photo from my favourite burning man moment.



Sitting inside a rolling peace sign, where I met a boy I still talk to a year later. (Yes, that's me, and my winged bike, and the shadowie sillhouette is Phil#2)

Don't get me wrong though. I'm still in a whiney, horrible mood, about to have a heart attack at the thought of missing this year's burn.