“women are weaklings!”
i’m strong enough to carry
your corpse to the woods
I want so badly to pack my bags and leave, never look back. There’s nothing left for me here. To much past. To many memories. But can I actually turn my back on the only
home place I’ve ever known? No, I cant call it a home, it has’nt been in a while. I know it kills my mom to be losing her babies, first Bob now me. I’m ready to just walk away and say it was fun while it lasted and start fresh somewhere else. I just want somewhere I can call home. Somewhere I feel safe. I’ve come to realize just how little I actually have here. It kills me to leave Sydney but she’ll do just fine. Syd if you read this I love you baby girl, I’ll only ever be a phone call away, keep your head up girly. I’m ready to start fresh, somewhere new, somewhere happy…
Poconos here i come!