I need to get the hell out of here. Leave. Move to California or France or China for all I care. I need to go anywhere that isn’t here. But it has to be right now. I just need to get out.
I don’t want to go to this appointment. What if he tells me I’m crazy? What if he tells me I can’t go back? What if he tells me I need to go away… I can’t stand the thought. I didn’t do a damn thing, why am I being punished?
Just because I “break your heart” doesn’t mean you can break my life. I didn’t date you, too bad. You are such a horrible person. I was your friend for three years. I held your hand when all the girls rejected you and I told you that you would find someone. I comforted you when your pets died. Screwing me over is a low blow, especially when you don’t realize how many people can be effected.
My roommate, my best friends in the school, my boyfriend, my mother and father, my students, my teachers… did you not think that their lives might be fucked just like mine because of this?
Yeah, I thought not. Drink piss.
