I've always wondered what would happened to me if I was to leave San Diego. My head told me I'd probably Live for three days and have an epiphany. That being that I forgot water. You see, only that kind of thing would happen to me. Kind of like, you know, taunting scenarios. But even those kind of thoughts didn't derail my mind of this, well in my opinion, an intricate, thought out plan. When really, I was having a death wish. But I had to! I had to leave this shitty town. But of course, only for me shit hit the fan. Like really badly. Like something you see in a movie that makes you say "omfg Joanna I wish we had that lifeee oh my gosh!" But all I was saying was, "welp. Fuck Atlas."
But that was much later on. When shit was remotely not hitting fans. No you see... the was Much later on.
