And then Jason had to open his big fucking mouth. “Your birthday’s coming up right?” That’s the straw that broke my fucking back. I’m so tired of everything—of my family shitting on me, of being overworked and underappreciated, and of nothing I do ever being good enough to make a difference. I’m so sick of living this shitty life where no one thinks of me, and I just have to take it. Even when I beg them to listen. So, I finally do something I’ve never done in my life. I run.
