It’s amazing how much my mood swings when I’m in here. I started off with a positive attitude. I tried to right a past wrong but it was not meant to be. As time wore on and I realized this, the clouds started to roll in. Now, 12 hours later, all I want to do is get the hell out of here. I’m staring at my savings account, trying to decide whether I have enough to make the move. It’s getting close.