Need to get the fuck out of Alaska.
These past couple weeks of not smoking and needing some kind of human support from, like, actual friends who're around me and stuff, and realizing I don't actually HAVE any of those has shown me that there's nothing for me here.
I've had to cut Andrea out of my life because I knew she wouldn't give me that kind of support from the beginning, but hoped I could still visit her kids that I love like they're my own, because that's the only place I knew I could get the kind of warming-the-heart friendship I need at this point. She decided to tell me I was creepy and then did her usual thing of getting all indignant that I would dare to have a reaction to that. So I'm done bothering her.
So, yeah, I need to escape back to Seattle. I've got a doctor's appointment on Wednesday, will ask how soon it would be possible to get this surgery done, then I'm done with this place and all the fucking assholes in it.
I've had to cut Andrea out of my life because I knew she wouldn't give me that kind of support from the beginning, but hoped I could still visit her kids that I love like they're my own, because that's the only place I knew I could get the kind of warming-the-heart friendship I need at this point. She decided to tell me I was creepy and then did her usual thing of getting all indignant that I would dare to have a reaction to that. So I'm done bothering her.
So, yeah, I need to escape back to Seattle. I've got a doctor's appointment on Wednesday, will ask how soon it would be possible to get this surgery done, then I'm done with this place and all the fucking assholes in it.