Alright. So i have been renting my house from my dad since i had to drop out when he ditched me. I was in school, slipping cuz he was setting the bills on me, when he actually left entirely, (not like he was ever here) i had to drop drop out and get a real job. I have been working as a respected grunt at a grain elevator doing all the shit work, hacking up a lung every night i get home from the dust, and every morning i cant open my eyes without rohtos. I trade sweat for money. I was doing well for my age, cut lawns from age 10-17, at 13 i increased the size of my business by getting rid of my small push mower and invested in a $3,400 50in. cut, 26hp Zero-Turn hydrostatic mower, paid it off 2 years early with the money i made. Bought all kinds of beater cars to raise hell and have fun with, recently bought a 99 Dodge ram. And i take extreme pride in what I earn. The town i live in is a population 45 gravel shit hole. Senior citizens don't appreciate the kids and what they do as kids. Every person i talk to knows me. I haven't met a new person in about 2 months. I was sent to jail on several occassions from getting in fights with my dad. He was abusive, and i finally fought back. Turns out all the hard work gave me a bit more of a muscular edge than i would have guessed, i literally vanished for 3 weeks sitting in the detention center. I was an angry teenager. I used my cunning but devious mind to get around alot of situations, get to drink in bars, avoid fights, direct parties, guide kids who are in a rough situation who seem to love to talk with me because they know I have been through alot of hell and i will never judge them. But adults don't like kids that are smarter than them, but unfortunate and naive about simplicity. Since i began smoking, i found this simplicity. What really is important to me. Which is just to do whatever it takes for me to be happy. My dad made sure there was a tear on my cheek every night i went to sleep, and since hes been gone, I loved life. He sold my house 2 weeks ago. I have till Nov. 1st to get out. Im packing all my shit, but i don't know where im going. Im saving as much as i can because im also quitting my job and getting the fuck out of this hell hole. But where? Everything i loved doesn't seem important to me anymore. I didn't want to leave cuz of my friends here were important to me. And as they age, i slowly see them looking at me as less of a friend and more of a tool. My highschool sweetheart doesn't want to be with me anymore because shes afraid of my situation not bringing enough of a successful life for her. I owned a website community, like this one but much smaller, and it took me 6 years to build that legacy. A month ago i handed it off to one of my managers, and now the site is dieing and i wont be logging on again to the site i checked every night no matter the weather because it was what i did when i was depressed. I am literally like a god to them. But its dead. All that hard work and effort and hard times are dead and gone. I wanna run away. Cuz now all my friends are gone, maybe I've outgrown all the things i once loved..