It ended up with me leaving the house at 1 or 2 in the morning, barefoot after it finished raining.
I had my mind made up.
Although, there was no ones house that I could stay at.
Perhaps sitting in one place, awaiting...was my plan.
Was I really ready to give it all up?
At first, I thought I was.
However, with each step.
Energy that was fueling that train of thought was being sucked out of me.
Of course, on grass. Concrete too but eh...Uncomfortable.
*30mins - 2 hrs later...*
About a block and a half away from the house, I no longer felt the need to pass.
I felt nothing more than the "want" to go to sleep.
And so I did.