renegadefuzz

What a long, strange trip it's been...
Current mood: anxious

Four years.
Two schools.
Six rooms.
Countless classes.
Five jobs.
Seven "best friends".
Many bottles of liquor.
Numerous boys.
Over 160 lbs of weight fluxuation.
At least 10 nights when I woke up the next morning confused.
Three heartbreaks.
A few suicide attempts.

One way out.

I'm coming home. It will be weird, and I'll be a fish out of water. But I have a plan, kind of. No more gay clubs, no more grocery shopping at 2am, no more spontaneous Sex World trips, no more walking in the door at 5am and sleeping till work the next day at 4pm, no more wild party nights at the sorority house.

But at the same time...

No more fear of eviction, no more nights running with interesting crowds, no more days when the only food is a bread and butter sandwich, no more begging off of friends for a few bucks for lunch, no more living in a hovel.

Back to living with my family who cares about me and my well-being, and back to seeing if the old friends who said they'd always be there for me will really be there.

I'll be back in Stoton hopefully by the end of March. For good (or at least for a good chunk of time till I'm back on my feet).

Here goes nothing.