The one person that I talk to every single day is
720 miles and one time zone away.
There are days when I don't leave my apartment, simply because I have nowhere to go.
There are days when I go shopping just so I can leave my apartment.
I have no decent job. I hate substitute teaching.
I have no health insurance.
Somedays I wonder how long it would take someone to figure it out if something happened to me.
It amazes me that people think they have the right to tell me that I
have to stay here, that I can't leave everything I've known for 26 years. I have soooo much to stay here for. Yet, they don't spend 98% of the time with me, they don't live my life, and they don't sit in an empty apartment every single day.
Just some thoughts.