I can't tell you how close I am to ordering a bus ticket to New York, or maybe Miami, right now. Either one. I don't care.
I'm tempted to drop every thing I have. The thought of putting effort into any more of this is terrifyingly unbearable, and I just don't know what to do with myself. Getting the fuck out of here immediately sounds like the only good plan.
If I disappear, well, you should have known me before I left.
P.S. Boys suck.