Leaving

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Well, this is it. It seems like just yesterday I was trying to manage 3 jobs at once and work my ass off week after week so I could muster up the money for this; the day I finally ditch this small Michigan town and start over. Somewhere warm, somewhere exciting. Somewhere I can forget about my past and change my life for the better.

I don't have a plan and I don't know where I'm going, but what I do know is that I'm getting on the next plane to San Diego, California and the hell away from home; not that an abusive drunk of a father even comes close to what I would call a home.

So, with my bruises covered, duffle bag in hand and every last penny I saved up, I head for gate B13, praying to god that things will be better; that I am prepared to begin this brand new chapter in my messed up life.

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