Funny thing that my parents are highly convinced I’m ever coming back once I leave.
“We can give you pointers when you come back for the holidays!”
“Between semesters, you’ll be able to come back and figure out what you want to do next!”
“You don’t have to take EVERYTHING... we’ll store some stuff for you for when you come back!”
“Once you start getting ready for your mission we can get ready for you to come back!”
Ha ha ha yeah you think so, huh?! well guess what, I’m never ever coming back because I’m leaving you forever and ever and never calling you ever again. Guess I’m going to have to choose some things that I can’t take with me if I can’t take it all with me. Holidays are becoming worthless to me anyways. What makes them think I’d EVER come back? They’re the reason I’m always upset and emotionally unstable. I don’t even have the maturity of an adult at my age, because it’s been shattered.
So the plan?
Leave and never ever ever ever ever ever ever come back. Ever. I’m going to say Goodbye forever.
What next then?
I don’t know, at one point I planned to just get lethal injection, since I didn’t really think I had a plan for my life. Obviously that’s not something people would want me to do.
Whatever, the important thing is I’ll be gone forever.