“Slap-slap,” said Reality
No, I do not want to go to the States.
There. I said it.
(Thank you, oh brew of St. Michael.)
As to if this realization will actual result to my not leaving…don’t hold your breath. I’ve lost my ability to make up my mind. I’ve allowed circumstance (who goes by the name ***) to whisk me away and be part of a plan that other people made for me because apparently, they know me better than I know myself.
(See that the Door of Bitterness doesn’t hit you on your way out.)
