Kid Off The Derech

Imma,

I have friends all over the internet, and one let me know that someone who sounded like my mother posted.

I’m sorry that my being gone hurts you. It makes me really sad that you feel pain about this, it really does. I don’t know if you fully understand how happy I am now. I needed to leave home years ago, and the fact that I couldn’t made me miserable beyond imagination. I was stuck. I lashed out because I was dying inside.

I feel like I can breathe now. My life has finally begun. Please be happy for me.

(Just thinking about this makes me cry. I haven’t cried in over a year.)