It's times like these where I'm reminded of my resolve to move out in a years time. I'm crying but not because I'm hurt, but because I found a courage in me that I thought I never had. Sure, tears come easily to me this time, but I found that I could do anything if I set my mind into it.
I don't really want to explain it. Just letting the words flow as it goes.
Also, I can't believe how much fear it can put on a person just by saying "I'm calling 911."
