So as of 2 weeks ago i left everything i knew and loved behind to start a new life in florida. Why you may ask. well to be honest i was just running away from the shitty situation i was in. Stuck in two deadend part-time jobs, bullied by the school system into skipping semester after semester because of some random bs they do every year last second. An being forced to live life knowing id have to spend every holiday and every major event across the table from the person i loved the most who didnt love me back and pretending everything was fine. so i left my friends, my family, and my home all behind in an attempt to change my future for the better and to put as much distance between her and me as possible. As of right now im a chef at a nursing home in florida just got my first pay check i work 12 hours technically 13 hour shifts for 3 days a week and get 4 days off to do as i please. Most of which is fishing but much like my love life it seems nothing seems to be interested in what i have to offer. been 2 weeks and havent caught a single fish and as of today some asshat from lyft ran my leg over while i was getting out of their because they werent paying attention. luckily im pretty sturdy so i only got some bruises and an f'd up shoe. but all in all florida seems to be a good change of pace ive lost 5 pounds from just the heat and all the walking since i left my car in jersey. But i still cant help but wonder if it was worth it, its not much different over here as it was back home. im still the odd one out regardless as to were i go, always alone in the shadows, i had hoped at somepoint to find someone over here to help me forget my past life and give me a reason to go on. but i guess that was ignorant of me to think that moving would change much. i left the cage that was my life to wander in the darkness beyond not knowing whether id find the same solitude i had escaped or something to give me purpose again.