Post #979499

After some thinking today, I'm beginning to realize how incredibly lucky I was to not fall into a life of substance abuse like my family tree has. After some schadenfreude regarding my ex step dad being charged for dealing meth some years ago, I feel a little of sadness in how life was back then and how I was treated. I'm glad these people are out of my life. However, I currently still live in the area where many of those bad memories occurred. I want to move out of the state for good, but I'm scared to. I don't know what's out there for me. I really don't. Forgive me if this post is rambly. I just want to voice my feelings out in hopes of making my own life make sense. Consider this a long overdue diary entry.