When you tell them how exhausted you are and they start talking about themselves and their needs, it's like they're trying to drain you.

I feel like certain people in my life would watch me die then kick my corpse because they couldn't take from me anymore.

It'll be about two months and we should be on the road.

I'm trying not to give up. I'm trying not to completely drain the tank. Because I need to get us out there.

This little spark in me still believes it can get better.