You'll go far...

Don't judge me. You don't know what the fuck you are talking about. You don't know anything, and I don't know why you think you have the right to do this. This excludes if you have something kind to say, in which case I'll take into consideration your opinion.

On the other hand, I have a decision to make. I need to decide how I'd feel in a couple years if after all I've been through, another option came up and I'd chosen not to take it. The problem is though is that another option isn't the clear pathway that it seems. I'm bound to be saddled with consequences no matter what. Which is kind of depressing.

Four hundred and forty-eight days till I leave. Approximately.