Out with the Old

I've had enough.

I can't trust anyone. I won't trust anyone.

I'm sick to death of people saying that I'm not alone when I need them, when in reality I am. I am always alone. I have nobody that is actually there for me. And I don't need anybody. I'm used to dealing with my shit alone now so everyone else can just fuck off.

I have come to a decision. I'm going to save money. A lot of money. I'm out of here. Out of this town, out of this county, maybe, hopefully, even out of this country. This is my new plan.

It is going to take a while to gather what I need. The cash, the mental strength, courage. 

However, this is happening. I'm just going to go, and get a fresh start with a clean slate. No people I know. Just me.

The lone wolf rises.

This was something that I posted a few months ago. It still had relevancy when I took it down, but there were some whom I didn't wish to see this. It still has relevancy now. For the most part.

I am not alone. The wolf doesn't need to rise alone. There are people that I can trust, wholeheartedly. I just didn't see them for being swarmed by hate. I see them now. I know that I am not alone.

"The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."