One day I got sick of the bs.
Everyone in my life treated me like shit.
I was fed up and I had finally reached my breaking point.
So I thought...
Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I'm going to do something about it.
I saved up a lot of money.
And one day I just up and left.
Its funny how now they wonder where I am, but never cared when I was there.
Running away from my problems didn't solve much though
My demons are very good at finding me no matter where I hide
Now I'm all alone
In a state I'm not very familiar with
I still cry a lot
I guess it was worth it.
To start a new life.