I’m moving home not where I was raised but where it raised me. There is nothing for me in this god forsaken beautiful northern state. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure that I belong there. It’s time for me to go take the help that has been offered and make use of it. I’m trying I really am. I think it’s best. The highway calls my name everyday those roads are in my heart I know them quite well. I miss it. The hustle the everyone minding their own business. I noticed it didn’t affect me there. I feel safer one may call me crazy but sometimes someone you don’t know is more help than someone you do. I love it here it’s quiet and peaceful but where is the help when you don’t know anyone. Resources are limited here and I don’t want my kids around those crazy horrible people who tried to tell my kids it’s was their fault they got molested what’s wrong with you people. These are the people who choose not me I don’t choose that and I quit right now I’m not making anymore excuses enjoy the van I hope it served you well. I hope you take care of your life and your son figures out his I will never go back I don’t even want too. I know who I am who tf are you?