freebird
i've been beyond done with this town for a while now. i really just need to get out of here before lonliness and all this goddamn pressure convalesce and crush whatever i feel beating in my chest to stillness. i feel like my friends are dropping like flies away from me. so, to continue that metaphor, i guess that the good news is that at least i'm probably not rotting. HAH. but seriously. this summer and last summer contrast so starkly, even though they were both shitty. last summer, i was in a crappy position but survived by the graces of my friends. this summer. i'm in a shittier position by far.. but i'm starting to like myself now.. whereas most of my friends are no where to be found when i call. but isn't what i think of myself more important anyways? i'll be out of here soon. just two months.
JUST TWO. FUCKING. MONTHS.
JUST TWO. FUCKING. MONTHS.