Soon.

I keep thinking… what if I just went home tonight, and just started packing all my shit then just left him?  I keep picturing it in my mind.  I’ve been trying to put up with it all.  But it’s getting to the point where I know one day he is going to say or do something, and I am just going to calmly get up and starting throwing all my shit in bags and boxes, take my cat, and just leave.  The only place I’d have to go would be mom’s… even though there is literally no room.   I guess I’d just have to sleep in the floor or something until I saved enough money to get my own place.  It’s getting bad.  I was trying to go to sleep last night and all I could think about was how much I fucking hate him.  It’s heading that way… I think it’s probably going to happen soon.  I’m going to get so fucking sick of being treated so terribly that I won’t even be able to stop my body from just reacting.  I’m so fucking depressed and angry.  I hate life.  I hate everything.