Who am I? Do I need to know? Just keep fighting. I am full of sickness and disbelief in hate. I am full of sickness and disbelief in command. Who are you?
Leaving isn't a thing because I don't have the money to grab my shit and move, I don't have my own rl circle of friends that I can stay with either, and none of my family will day anything because "he's a good man." I hate this, I honestly do...