i walked away on my own. it was my choice. no one made me. i'm not a victim. i chose this. for better or for worse this bed was made by me, for me. (which is all well and good until the alarm doesn't go off and i wake up an old man)

i threw caution to the wind and grabbed its ankle at the last second just to be on the safe side. part time. loan payments. living at home. no friends.

and all of it was my choice.

you may not believe me, but i just realized this about 5 minutes ago.

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