Moving and moving again.
I did it.
I tried working things out.
I tried to make the most of it.
And I did.
I went out with my family.
Dinners and shopping and parties.
I got a job.
Even though it didn't pay a lot,
I made the most of it.
But then,
It fell apart.
Drama and tension built up.
People got angry and upset.
We don't talk to everyone anymore.
I don't want to talk to them until they sort things out.
I just wanna focus on me.
My year.
To get help.
To be heard.
To be happy.
I'm not eager to get away from something.
I'm eager to get somewhere.
Actually start moving forward.
Saving up money.
Getting things I want.
Paying for my needs.
I think it's time for me to really become an adult.
Going off on my own.
Figure my life out.
It was going to happen sooner or later.
Well,
I'm reaalllly excited.
But I'm also,
Really, really
Scared.
So much can go wrong.
So much could happen.
It'll be ok.
I'm just so anxious.
I can't wait to start over.
