a slammed door.

this is it. i’m done.

i didn’t mean to get this girl pregnant. it isn’t my fault but that was the biggest mistake of my entire life. what did i do to deserve this?

i storm over to our closet and get my duffel bag. “our.” what a joke.

angrily tossing the bag on the bed, i just start frantically throwing things in. i don’t really know what i’m doing or where i’m planning go go, i just know i want to get out of here. i need to get out of here.

i pick up a tampon and fling it across the room, as if that’d do any real damage.

i continued shoving random items from the messy floor into the bag. snatching the car keys from the table; the faint sound of sobbing behind a muffled wall made its way to my ears. no doubt from my annoying girlfriend. i trip on my own shoes in my rush out of that motel.

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