Ty
. . . Slipped off to shower earlier. Almost frickin' berserked. For no reason. It's just. . . I'm stressed, and I don't wanna red-eye on you. God, I hate being on a fucking hair-trigger. So I'm getting away from people before I rip my room at Soren's to shreds or end up hurting someone. I think it's just. . . being away from home, losing all my stuff, my job, not having a place of my own, mooching off of Soren's credit card all the damn time, and. . . yeah. That other thing. So I'm gonna go off and. . . I dunno. Shoot the fuck out of some trees. Sell my ass, make some money. Pay Soren back what I can. Job hunt. I don't even know. I just need to get away for a while.