Its time..

Ive made a decision, apparently one that doesn't sit well with everyone. But one im sticking to all the same.. Im going home. Tonight my mother decided to tell me she doesn't want me home... yaay? Eh, par for the course. Screw it imma pull whatever strings i can muster to get the fuck outta this place. Not like im not going to therapy and such, Ive already called Big Hector to ask if i can go and stay in our old place he doesnt stay there any frikkin way. God i have such a migrane, ive been agonizing over a bunch of decisions as of late, and this one was no different. Ive had enough, enough of sitting here rotting away, enough of depending on a staff to do shit for me, Granted going home would mean somewhat the same shit, but I cant see how it would be worse then being here. Theres places close to home that could give me the PT i need, It cannot CANNOT be worse then being here... If Hector doesnt want me there then I will have to go to the fucking state or some shit, cuz i am NOT Staying here anymore.