I happily threw all my belongings in a white laundry bag before forcing it shut in a tight knot. I was finally going home after these long and painful years. Okay- maybe not years, but it definitely felt that way. Cinnamon left yesterday while I was passed out in the doctor's office. There was no reason to want to stay in rehab longer than I was supposed to. I stuck my earphones in my ears as I waited in the regular hospital area for Richard who was being forced to have a long conversation with my doctors.
"I see no changes. I wake up in the morning and I ask myself 'is life worth living? Should I blast myself?' I'm tired of being broke and even worse I'm black. My stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch..." I mumbled along with the first song that came up on my playlist. I bop
