I cannot wait
To get the fuck out of here. I wish I had had a job for a while now, so I could just move now. As soon as I do get a job, i’m saving allllll my money, and I am fucking gone. I’m done with everyone. I cannot wait to get away from here. I’m already looking at price ranges for apartments in Bangor. My intentions for going there may be a little far fetched- but it keeps me going, and after the past few days, it gives me some more hope. Chances are, it’s not gonna work out the way I hope and plan for when I am there, but whether all that works out or now- I’m still gone. My ex-boyfriend told me I was a no good piece of shit, who looks to why drunk every night and is planning on leaving all the people who care about her to sit and rot. Right there is some more motivation- I’m gonna prove I can do it on my own. All I have to say at this point is- fuck you, fuck her, fuck him, fuck them. I am counting down the days to when I can leave. Hell, I’m counting the days until I can just go look for apartments and spend a weekend with Adam. Just then I will be even happier. I miss him so much. So much it hurts. I just want him to say, come up to me. Spend a weekend with me. I miss you. He already said that anyways pretty much, but I want it actually said, straight out. He told me he misses me and I should come up to visit, but I want more. I want him. To be with him. That’s all I want.
