i came out here and went from bad to worse in a matter of months. drunken hooligan. drunken fool. drunken girl left outside in the cold. drunken girl spraining fingers and getting black eyes. drunken girl. and i dont believe jorge and i are friends any longer. so now ill find a new place to be. somehow. someway. ill take my things down tomorrow. the less attached i am. the easier it will be. and why shouldnt he forgive me. he ran me down into the ground countless times for no reason. and left me outside because he was running late. i didnt find good friends out here. i found pretenders. and i dont like it any longer. and wont stand it now. so ill find a place to go and move on just like i did earlier and previoiusly. im not afraid. of change. change is afraid of me. joe wont be called or texted again. aimee either. jorge i wont bother from now on. and there are a few others im leaving behind. because leaving alone is the one thing i actually do do best. i need to make a change. and i will. tomorrow my plan will begin. i need a scheme. and a brighter dream. and a better scene. goodbye to some.