The urge to run away is so strong. I just want to leave, to run from everything until I don't feel anything anymore, until I'm numb. I'm sick of not sleeping. Of crying myself to sleep when I finally do. I'm tired of running on autopilot. Of going through life one foggy day at a time.
So much stuff is going on that I can't talk to anyone about...can't relate to anyone about.
And still there is that little voice in my head that tells me I should have listened to Frances when she told me I should go back to Phoenix. That I need my Arizona family more than the Oregon family needs me.
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