I have to get out of here..

My house revolves around my mom. Weather she is good or bad. Taking her meds or not. As of right now, she's not and I'm sick of it. My mood and my plans all revolve around her. This is why I need to leave. I can't take the fighting and the constant feeling of being on edge... waiting for someone to push me off. 'Cuz let's face it, there's no one to pull me back on land and if even there were, I'd probably jump.