Poor Start
It hasn't been a very good start to my vacation today. Work went decent, it wasn't horrible, I left there with things pretty good. I was going to go to Ann Arbor with David and Austin, but my Great Aunt died this morning. I wasn't very close with her, but my Mom and other members of my family were, so I decided to stay closer to home. Corey was going to throw a bonfire tonight, but he thought it was too cold and called it off, so we moved our gathering to Greg's apartment. We all rode together, and I went upstairs first to turn off the flood light so they could walk the beer up the stairs. I knock, Greg asked who it is, I said me, he said Donny?, I said yeah, and he said come in. I came up as him and Sam finished what was supposedly their final fight, the end of everything. This is something that I feel would be severely beneficial to Greg, for the emotional drain that this lack of a healthy relationship has put on him that I have been able to see is very heavy. She walked out whimpering, and then Corey and Potts came upstairs. We sat there for a bit, talking just a bit, then she called me. Donavan, I hate to bother you, but I locked my keys in my car, can you send Greg down please? I said I'll tell him, he went downstairs, 45 minutes later after the police unlocked her car he came upstairs with her. Donny, forget what I said earlier. Between that, and listening to Jeanine and all her little comments that she makes pushed me to the edge. I sat there for about 20 minutes, emotionless, still, in a deadly silent rage. It took me that long to gather the strength to grab Josh's Xbox, walk it downstairs to his car, and walk home. I left that party only being in an agreeable state with Corey. I'm tired of hearing Potts talk about a Mustang that he isn't ever going to own. So I walked to my old elementary school, got to the top of the tallest piece of equipment and prayed. I walked the rest of the way home, turned my phone on and has 1 voicemail. It was Corey, wondering where I went, he said call me back. So I called him, he asked me where I went, I said home, he said why, and I said I couldn't stand Jeanine, Greg and Sam anymore. He said well you ditched us, that hurt D, silence, I'll talk to you later. That broke me, I lost my composure. So here I sit now, bottled up in my room, bitter and cold, wishing the Lord would take my life away, take me to a better place. I fear, however, that my time on this rock is far from over. I don't know how I'll feel in the morning, but as of right now I could care less if I talk to anyone that was there for the rest of my life. I don't know how this all truly relates to me, and what deep down is really making me feel like this, and I'm not looking for that answer, I'm just looking for inner peace. God works in mysterious ways, God allows us to have hardships, and allows us to be able to overcome them, I'm just tired from jumping so many hurdles.