blisters, bruises, chiors & symphonies.
i have a gut feeling that bullshit politics are going to follow me all the way up to my little castle on the hill. if i could remove myself from virtually everything ive done here & have about three solid (probably the ONLY solid things here) things left, i would be beyond happy. sometimes, i cannot express how much i really hate it here. new york is a bit on the heavier side of the teeter totter, but the bathtub sure is starting to look appealing while i AM here.
i want out.
i want out.