The pavement had a voice. It really called out for me to find out just how far it stretches. Maybe, back to Oregon, back to my safe place in Eugene - maybe anywhere else. I want - so freaking badly - to escape the family that demands I just stop being the way I am... it is doing me no favors.
Not gonna wrap this blog post up. I am still angry. I am still hurt. But, I am here.
Peace, Love, and Bulletproof Marshmallows