Life is spinning so fast that my days have slowed down.

I don't know where to begin, I don't know how to start.

I've been seriously eating fucking everything in sight. All I do is eat, sleep, drink, and write. Sometimes I cry. I'm getting ready to leave everything behind, to start new. In North Dakota of all places. Everyone is so shocked when I tell them North Dakota. I know, I know. Nothing is really there. And I think that's why it's so perfect. It's really cheap to live there, there are better job opportunities, and this may sound bad but it's a chance for me to get away from my family.

I love my family. But I fall back on them too much, I depend on them too much. Not to mention sleeping on a couch with no place for me to have alone time can get pretty frustrating pretty fast.

I'm not ready to leave. I never will be. But if I don't go now, maybe I'll miss my chance to actually do something with myself. To actually depend on no one else but me.