To Lose Everything...

I try to decipher whether or not I could leave everything behind me and start a new life. Start things over. Go out and just have to be responsible for myself. Yeah, I'd really like to live with Michael once he moves. He's leaving all of his family behind. He's a lot stronger than everyone gives him credit for. And he deals with a lot of bullshit from his family and so-called friends. I think that I may be one of the only real friends he has. If he's going to continue to smoke weed, yes, I'd very much like to be his roommate. He and I get along great together, we smoke together, I look out for him. He's like a big brother, and I like that. Knowing that he'll soon have enough money to live comfortably for a while totally brings out the whore side of me who just wants a sugardaddy, but then I realize that Michael and I are better friends than John and I are, and if Michael can take me wherever he's going, I'd like to start over new and just leave the giant void in my life behind. Leave everything and everyone that's ever hurt me or wished me harm. Just go. I just really want to move out of here. And Michael's place is really looking like a sane decision at the moment.