Its 4:20!.....oh ya that doesnt mean anything to me anymore.
Ok so here it is im freaking out!! I have to pack. I hate hate packing. And i have to not only pack to move out but pack for a weekend too! I hate this. My self-essem is at a nice low point and im on edge....and my boyfriend seems to be missing. Well he is calling but there is something bothering him and he wont talk to me....the long silent pauses are really getting to me.
I just want to run away. I mean I kinda am...but I want to run and not care..............I have always had this yurning to ...R U N.....i wonder where it came from...when ever i see a bus....a train....i smile.....its an escape...
its like in a few days i get another chance to start all over again. be whoever i want to be....but with all this freedom comes all this stress....of loosing my footing...my ground....my comfort zone....having to smile and do that fake laugh so they think that your a cheerful person...no one wants the depressed serious artist type living with them. right.
anyways..i should start packing.
I just want to run away. I mean I kinda am...but I want to run and not care..............I have always had this yurning to ...R U N.....i wonder where it came from...when ever i see a bus....a train....i smile.....its an escape...
its like in a few days i get another chance to start all over again. be whoever i want to be....but with all this freedom comes all this stress....of loosing my footing...my ground....my comfort zone....having to smile and do that fake laugh so they think that your a cheerful person...no one wants the depressed serious artist type living with them. right.
anyways..i should start packing.