I just don't want to do anything. I don't want to, throw anything out, nothing. I'm numb and guide-less; I know I'm suppose to hustle if I want to be out of here by September 25th but I just don't care. Chalk it up to loneliness as looking at all the things I have to throw out or pack bring back memories. This place is torture, the memories encompassing me, and here I am trying to keep my head above it all.
A relative came back from her trip and noticed my posts...she wants to know the whole story and wants to see me. She's in shock but she'll be in even more when I tell her the reason for my flight.
How do I get motivated to continue? There is no option to do nothing, I must leave...