Love is on the line

Run.
Run far.
Run fast.
Just get the hell out of dodge.
It feels as if it were all coming down akk at once and I can do nothing to stop it.
I spoke with my mother. Moving to Alberta sounds really nice right now.
I've been given the conform or leave talk by my managere today. I am never well after that talk -not that I've ever had that talk before.
I want to sit in my room, surrounded by materialistic garbage waiting to die. I want to quite my job and leave, just walk off; but I can't, I musn't. I have other's to think about. My daughters for one. All those I care about. I don't like being attached. I don't like compasion. I don't like conscern. I look back and see the folly and the wisdom in not caring.