only reaction. im doomed. to return back home. to erie. theres no other plan. no other action to take against it. im out by monday. out on my own all over again. and its terrifying. frightening. lonely. and sad. thats the worst part is the regret of having fucked up so bad all over again. so bad. i couldve been sitting pretty right now. if i had just given up my vice. my own problem. if i had decided to choose myself over my addiction. my affliction. my pain. now. right back to square one. maybe going home wont be so bad. wont be as terrible as i imagine it will be. a dead end town with a dead end life. with dead people. minus the end. im doomed all over again. and i hate it.