I’m in Rhode Island. I don’t know why. I hear the beaches are nice so I guess southbound we go???

This isn’t like when I went to WV, totally aware, am with one person I know as well as you can expect for meeting them a couple months ago and barely talking to them and their friend. I got to drive on I495 and apparently my suicidality is shown in both the fact I got onto 495 and the way I drove lol. Before we hooked up to the big boy they made me switch. Wimps. Must’ve never crossed the border other than going to the dispensaries that might as well be in NH haha.

I don’t know if I’m going back to NH. I can be convinced, but I have enough packed for a night so I guess I have enough for life. I was supposed to spend the night with my partner tonight. Guess that ain’t happening because I am NOT taking the roads through MA again, but busier.

Why do I do this stuff? I don’t even enjoy it except for the “I don’t know what’s next” feeling I always have, but now it’s with a change of scenery.