Where Do I Begin?

    How do I start this and not sound cliche? I mean, everyone seems to have a sob story so why would mine be so different? Besides, I don't want fucking pity. I just want to be able to get it all out before I leave. Why? Because every time I have tried to let it out, to heal or whatnot, I've been met by assholes who think I need to just let it go because of how long ago or because I chose to stay. 

    My thoughts to people who think like that are quite simple, Fuck you! Must be nice to be so perfect that you don't know pain. So yes, Fuck you! 

     How do you live in a house with 4 other people and feel completely alone? Always in the wrong, always upsetting someone and letting everyone down? How do I keep fighting to stick around for 3 of them when they don’t seem to care whether you’re here or long gone? 

     After all, they’d prob be happier with me gone. 

     So, I’ve decided, I hate about a year, give or take, to get my things in order. Make sure things are set up for the 3 of them before I officially clock out permanently. If I truly put my mind to it, it’s less than a year. 

    I’ve got it all figured out, finally, one that makes sense and works. It gives me a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s giving me a sense of peace.