Getting ready to leave... and heres why.

So, lets just start somewhere near the start of my severe dislike for this place;

1. This shitty little town blows big donkey balls.
2. Best friends aren't supposed to get all complicatedly close, date, and then fuck shit up completely.
3. What the hell was I really going to do here anyways?

So thats my feelings the morning I wake up and decide that yes, I really am leaving. That I am no longer going to just talk about it anymore, I am actually gone, just a matter of time. The consensus on that is as follows: fuck this shit.

I suppose my story actually starts way back when I was like 15... But thats boring, and a bunch of junk no one wants to read up on, let alone that I actually want to write out.... Whats important is now, and this journey that I am about to embark on and chronical to whom ever it is that decides to read this.

By the way, I could really couldn't give two shits about anyone who has anything negative to say about this blog.... This is completely for me, and not for you. So there.

Anyways, lets get back to the story of my life. Shall we do a quick overview of 2010? Sure, because you really wont understand my 3 reasons for hating this little town as much if you don't know whats been going on.

2010 starts, its going pretty good. Except I had this idiot for a boyfriend. And I mean idiot. Bold, italicized and underlined doesn't even describe how much of an idiot he really was. That jerkface. Anyways, point was, things were decent between us I suppose. They weren't all bad, we did have a few good times. Would have been better if his head wasn't shoved so far up his ass. But hey, thats besides the point.
I'm with Idiot. I have a good job as an Assistant Manager. Familys all healthy. Suns is starting to shine, winters gone away, Summers here!
Still with Idiot, still Assistant Manager.
Then it starts. Dad gets diagnosed with M.S. For those of you who don't know what M.S is, take a minute to google it. I'm not going to explain it to you, do some research and figure it out. Point is, my dad is my hero and this news is heartbreaking.
Idiot, instead of being there for me while im sitting endlessly in the hospital with my dad, is a big dink and decides that I've found someone to cheat on him with, and thats why I wanted to go the hospital.
So an arguement starts, which leads to a fight, and leads to me having enough of Idiots jealousy and lack of money saving skills, and not having a job. Yes, I'm just going to throw that one out there now. In 9 months, how do you get away with working for maybe the whole of 3 weeks, and living of my shitty little wage? (If I could see him now, I'd punch him in the face... repetitivly.) But hey, thats just my thoughts on that one.
SO anyways, like I was saying, I get sick of all this, and the stress of my Daddy being sick doesn't help the situation either. So I pack all my stuff into my car, and move out.
Totally got screwed around on that too by the way. He didnt pay his half of the rent, let someone else live in the house, who had a dog that chewed on all the baseboards. Cost me 1/2 my damage deposit and nearly the new house I was about to move into.
But that ended up working out fine, It ended up that I got to move into the place he wanted, got to buy the car he wanted, and got to keep my puppy....That he also wanted to take. Bah, take that Idiot. I got it all.
Then my friend Mark has a car accident. Loses half his ear, is the hospital for a couple days. Ugh, more stress. All the while through this my sister is pregnant and my brother moves to Vancouver.
Then things smooth out for awhile. and for awhile, I mean the month of september. When October hits, shit also hits the fan.
My best friend Kirsty and her daughter Kiara pass away in a horrid car accident. Fucking cars. Fucking car "accidents" anyways, rough time for me... But I hold it together for everyone around me. Always a silver lining, always strength in me when others need it. October 2010 is also 1 year since my grandmum passed away. Bad bad month.
Survived October, but the itch to leave is kicking in. Mark and Lesley have moved in with me... Still single at this point in time and still Assistant Manager.
November I date my friends widow, doesn't last long because the "Break down of Me" has started. That ends.
January rolls around. Oh look 2011. Find out who is fake and who is real. Fair enough. Best friend and I toy around, play around, work hard and play harder. He grows a pair and asks me out. That lasted the whole of a week. So much for growing a pair man.
I'm so frusterated with this town at that point, that I pretty much call it quits. Tell my manager that I'm applying for jobs online and if I get one I'm gone. Shes down for that, understands. Shes the Lesley of the Mark and Lesley that lives with me.
Yes, i was living with my bestfriend/manager and her boyfriend/my other bestfriend. (yes, should've maybe possibly thought about how that one would blow up)
Same night we're all out partying in Feb 2011 that my best-friend/boyfriend breaks up with me, Lesley and I get in a huge arguement/fight and I leave.
There was drama, thank god (if there is one) for real friends who you can wake up at five am and crash on their couch when you need it. Also, thank god for friends who text you for five hours trying to figure out where you are, and then drive through town looking for your car. Just thank god for real friends.
So ya, decide to say fuck it about everything, hand in my two-weeks at work, apply to a uni six hours away, and find a place I can stay for a bit until I get set up.
But then it hits me.... these real friends... they wont be there. I'll be pretty much alone there. Did that last time I moved out of town, but.... I was younger and dumber.... ahhh whatever right? Just go with the flow.

So I'm sitting here now, and i've just realized I've totally lost track of all the things I was sayin' and the point to this whole entry.

So I'm pretty sure the point was something along the lines of, I realize that I have to live my life to the fullest not for anyone else, but for me. For the enjoyment of me and soul. Until the point that I can actually find someone to share it with. Which is not on the agenda for a LONG ass time, just so ya know.

Anyways, I have 6 days left in this shit-hole, 4 days of work left and then March 1st..... I'm outta here. Everythings packed and in storage, just have to finish up my laundry and clean out my car.... and then I'm ready to go.

Lifes an adventure right? So I might as well take a chance and live it, and if I fail.... Well atleast I fucking tried.

Sincerely,
Samantha B.