I have no plan.
Well, that’s not true – I actually do, one I thought was pretty good in fact - but I guess that’s not how it appears to everyone else. I should have known this was coming because yes - I sure fucked up before. I guess I should have expected it.

The judgment and the worry and the disapproving looks. The reluctance to speak at all.

Which is just what I needed really.
Because it’s worked so well in the past.

I guess it's good that I'll never have anyone depending on me. That's the one saving grace.