Alexis Poniewierski
3:07 PM
4/15/2016
I know I just wrote a letter. But damn, my day is such shit.
I miss Port Huron, which is where I used to live. I guess you can say I'm homesick.
I'm supposed to go there tomorrow but maybe leaving will hurt me as well. I'm just going to bike down the boardwalk and watch the water churn. Maybe stay down there until it's dark and the blue lights turn on on the bridge. Maybe walk through downtown, maybe be rebellious and jump into the freezing cold water in my jeans and t-shirt. I've done it before.
Maybe leaving Warren for a little bit will help me a little bit.
But I don't know. I'm not getting the amount of support I need. I need someone to talk to whenever I have these breakdowns. But I guess that's nearly impossible because while I'm dreading my life, others are living theirs.
I don't get invited anywhere, and currently at 3:11 PM my eleven year old is bitching at me because I don't want to sit at my Dad's all weekend.
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