Ponder
Maybe I'm going about this all the wrong way. Maybe I should just say fuck it all and move back in with my mother. No more trying to survive, no more crying alone all the time. Oh sure, I'd probably want to slit my wrists within a month, but hey, that's a month reprieve, right? I could get a uhaul and pack up all my stuff and even get a trailer to take my car for less than $200. I could just walk away from everything, all my bills, all my problems. Hell, if it got too much to live with my mom I'm sure Jenny would take me in for a while. Something has to give...something has to change. I can't do this any more. It isn't worth it to try and make it on my own any more. I can't keep doing this.