Rituals.

This might be the worst idea I've ever had in my life, and probably any past lives. What was I thinking by agreeing to this? This is living with my parents all over again. I can feel it. I can feel my soul dying every second this idea moves closer. If there is any benevolence in God or the Universe, please, give me a better option.

I'm trying to stay, but I just want to go. There are such dark paths around me and all I've ever seen in the distance is fog. Fog that burns like fire with each step I take. And they push me and push me and drag me along. I tell them I don't want to but all they do is shame me. Guilt me into standing up, stepping forward. No one really listens. I tell them and tell them. But they only hear what they want to. With my head in my hands, twisting my hair, oh how I hate it here. They all beg me to stay. But I just want to go.