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2003-09-25 - 9:18 a.m. I think i need a fucking vacation. On my way to work this a.m. i just felt like skipping and driving and driving and driving. I didn't have anywhere i wanted to go, just didn't want to come here. how easy it would be to just stop coming here, just leave without telling anyone. sometimes i want to ruin my life. is that strange? i just feel like it would be easier sometimes. just leave and everything would be okay, although i know it wouldn't. sometimes i feel like i want to go out and find a whole bunch of drugs to take and just go off on a long drug taking expedition, live on the street and generally let my life fall on the way side. it would be so easy. but it's not me. not really. i guess it could have been, but not now. Those times are gone, the times of reckless abandon and no responsibility. no bills, no debt. why did i rush to grow up so much in high school. why didn't i realize how much being an adult sucks? no wonder my parents were always such a pain. they hate working just like i do. they hated not being able to have friends or a life because working sucks all that from you. i don't even know what i'm saying anymore. everyone probably thinks i'm nuts. i do. but is that a good sign or a bad sign? do crazy people think they are crazy? probably not. the numbness takes over so easily reminding me of days past but familiar to me like my hands hands which look different somehow older, scarred like i am fighting to find a ray of hope and cling to it allowing me to recover heal old wounds that bleed heal my heart that breaks at the thought of this happening again revealing my true self to all that wish to see
Blessed Be~ �
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