Hope. Happiness. So simple. So not.

I am in my last hour of my last day of my last year of high school. I never have to go back. Do I regret it? I can’t decide.

I haven’t been able to make decisions lately , or write, which is odd because usually when the shit hits the fan like it has, My pores leak poetry.

I’m leaving. So soon. Abandoning my family, and they will disown me but I will still be happy. I’m going back to Texas, to be with my love, and his family. Our family. My future family.

Its totally worth it.

And I’m not quite sure what this is supposed to be. I just know that I feel like I’ve been neglecting you guys.

But I ‘m HAPPY!