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“I can't take it anymore Mom,” I screamed!. “It's too much! I have to go!. NOW!”
I whipped the door closed behind me with a flick of my wrist, and listened to the latch snap into place and the door clunk against it's frame as I stormed into my room!. I stomped to my bed and threw myself down with all the force I could muster!. I flopped down onto the pillows and kicked the crumpled sheet by my feet out of my way!. Only now did I wish I had made my bed today, just so I could hide under the covers and let it all out!.
Instead I let the tears slide down my face as I gasped for air like a member of the Titanic who had neglected to learn how to swim because of their confidence in the “unsinkable ship”!. I could feel the fury at some unidentified force rising inside me, and I let it take over!. It wasn't worth the fight these days!. The anger was part of me now; I couldn't seem to get rid of it!.
As I lay there sobbing I thought!. What were my options!? I couldn't seem to overcome the unexplained hate, and it wasn't right to take it out on others!. I didn't deserve them!. This family, my friends—I wasn't worth it!. They shouldn't have to deal with me every day simply because I was going through some weird emotional thing!. I shouldn't be putting them through this!. No way!.
So back to my original point:
What should I do!?
If I couldn't stop myself from taking out my frustration on other people, I had to get away from them!. To somewhere far away!. Maybe becoming a hobo or a loner!. I could get a job at a fast food restaurant and ask a coworker for a ride to work and a couch to sleep on!. I could make it work!. Nobody I liked would have to put up with me again!. Perfect!.
I'd tell my parents and friends I would call when I could, and I would!. I could use the payphone on the corner that the Burger King I would work at was on!. I would call once a week!. I could already feel the dented border of the quarter I would drop into the slot, the plinking sound it would make as it hit the collection bin of the machine!.
Yes!.
This is what I would do!.
There was no other way, at least that I could see!. Sure I got the short end of the stick, but it was fitting!. I was the one causing problems, so I would get the worst of the pain and suffering!. I would deal with it on my own!. Far away from others!.
Now that I knew I was leaving, there were a few things I had to do first!. Like plan!. And pack!. And break it to the ones I loved!. All things that had to be done, but that I didn't want to do!. I mean, who would!? No matter how fed up I was with life, it still had it's perks!. Having a family and any friends was a miracle in itself to me!. It was going to be hard to let go!.
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