2005-05-29 -- 8:18 p.m. "Just tell her that I love her and I'll miss her like crazy" "Ok... if thats what you want me to do, thats no problem" "Ok...", "Dude..." "Anton, I have to go!" "ok, I'll talk with you later" *Click* The noice of the Delta Terminal returned to me... and my feet sank deeper into the floor. You see... Georgia is what pulls me down... and Michigan is what keeps giving me the choice to come back. I know where I MUST be... but I also understand where I WANT to be. And where I WANT to be is not by myself. And cirtenly somewhere where it drag's you down.