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I sat at a table at Del Taco this afternoon, writing notes for that story I mentioned the other day, and crying. My fucking life is falling apart, and sitting there watching in my mind as Zeke wept nearly undid me. I've seriously thought about throwing my stuff in storage and just taking off without any idea where I'm going. I hate this fucking place so much, I hate these people, I want out, I want out

I WANT OUT I WANT OUT I WANT OUT

I've never felt so trapped and desperate. I cry almost every day. I have no friends, no support system, nobody to hold my hand and hug me and tell me I'll survive. My family just wants me gone and I just WANT TO BE GONE.

I WANT TO GO HOME

I WANT TO GO HOME

I WANT TO GO HOME

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