We can count hours now until we're leaving. I'm kindasorta dreading it. I hate not knowing exactly what's going to happen with my life. I hate that other people have the ability to totally destroy it like they almost did the last time I was in that place. I will not allow for a repeat. I'm in a different life now, one I'm actually enjoying. He's different, I'm different (except not really). The more people screw with me, the harder I get, the colder I get. I don't think I can get any harder and stay me. I don't like planning for a future of misery. That's not what I'm supposed to be doing. Stay out. Just stay out and everything will be fine.