I'm going to do it.
I've finally had enough.
On Friday, August 12, I'm going to put my clothes and computer in the car. I'm going to go to my Friday appointment with the wound care specialists as usual. I'm going to pick up my paycheck and cash it. I'm going to delete my contacts and text messages from my stepmother's iPhone, take it to the post office, and mail it to her. Then I'm going to gas up my car and hit the highway.
I don't have anywhere to go, nor anyone to turn to, but I don't give a fuck. I'm just going to go.
I've finally had enough.
On Friday, August 12, I'm going to put my clothes and computer in the car. I'm going to go to my Friday appointment with the wound care specialists as usual. I'm going to pick up my paycheck and cash it. I'm going to delete my contacts and text messages from my stepmother's iPhone, take it to the post office, and mail it to her. Then I'm going to gas up my car and hit the highway.
I don't have anywhere to go, nor anyone to turn to, but I don't give a fuck. I'm just going to go.