I'm currently sitting in a truck with a complete stranger at 5 in the morning in the middle of nowhere. Don't get me wrong, I kinda know what I'm doing, but I'm not about to be murdered and left in a ditch. I need to stay awake and on guard the entire time.
The only reason I'm driving down the highway with an old man before dawn is because my sister, (one of the people I trust most in the entire world) shook me awake to tell me that I needed to leave. She then packed a bunch of stuff for herself, put all of it (including my stuff) In the back of an old man's truck, had me hop into the passenger seat and then told me she wasn't coming.
Why would she pack stuff for herself if she wasn't coming?
She had me say goodbye to Dakota and Lexy, but I still felt kinda sad to be leaving.
I caught a glimpse of Ariel's face after I walked out of her room and to say the least, she looked surprised. I wish that I could have stayed, but with school, I needed to get home.
So now I'm going to sit here and wait until we get somewhere that I recognize so I can direct "Papa John" to my house to bring me home.
I've got a long ride ahead of me.
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Diaries of an Impulsive B!tch
Non-FictionTw: Drug use, self harm, underage drinking, intrusive thoughts, mention of su!c!de, various traumas, eating disorders and abuse. Reader Discretion Advised Here is my diary, filled with my thoughts, feelings, actions, aspirations and hopes. If you by...
