Out.
I know I never go on here. No one reads this and I know that.
I just want to let this out.
I don't like Maine, I don't like the people here in Maine, and I don't like how I have become since I came here. I'm different and I can't seem to figure out what happened. I don't really ever know whats going on around me, and I feel like I'm in a daze all the time. Like I'm missing out on what life really is. Maine is not the place I want to be stuck in for the rest of my life. It does nothing for me but put me down everytime I turn around. I'm becoming something, I don't know what, but whatever it is I want it to stop.
The summer of 2007 I'm fucking gone. I won't miss anyone up here I know that because all I've gotten once I've come here is hurt and I'm tired of all the hurt.
I want to know what life truly is, and this is not it. I want to know what reality is. I want the same old shit to stop. I go everyday doing the same stupid things and it's getting to me.
I just want out. Now.
I just want to let this out.
I don't like Maine, I don't like the people here in Maine, and I don't like how I have become since I came here. I'm different and I can't seem to figure out what happened. I don't really ever know whats going on around me, and I feel like I'm in a daze all the time. Like I'm missing out on what life really is. Maine is not the place I want to be stuck in for the rest of my life. It does nothing for me but put me down everytime I turn around. I'm becoming something, I don't know what, but whatever it is I want it to stop.
The summer of 2007 I'm fucking gone. I won't miss anyone up here I know that because all I've gotten once I've come here is hurt and I'm tired of all the hurt.
I want to know what life truly is, and this is not it. I want to know what reality is. I want the same old shit to stop. I go everyday doing the same stupid things and it's getting to me.
I just want out. Now.