my escape

[manicmellou]

As Jim talks to me, he makes living in laxk county sound like a jail, or a sand pit, you gotta get out you you are trapped. I want out, but I don;'t know why. I want espae from my problems, leaving is like goign to sleep when I'm depressed, I don't have to worry until I wake up. I have grown harder as the days go by. The drama at my job is entertaining, it is far fromn the highschool drama I am so familiar with. I talk to a few poeple who are still attached to this feeding tube of drama. I ahte it, I want out,. Even those who may be considered more mature than me have no idea the way life will change after that chapter of life is over. I talk to someone I used to care deeplya boutr, and I realiuve that I no longer care, I just want out, and If that means cutting ties, I migh have to, some poeple just arn't worth it. If I ahve to work hard to keep up, there is no point, If I can find hapiness in other people who cares. I have realized that there are so many people that therer will always bee someone new and amazing showing up, to make me say there is no one quite like you...and there isn't but when they ahve to leave they will, and so I bid youa ll adue, I will do my best, I will need comfort and friendship, and I will give you the same, but I want to escape, and if I cannot I must run away.

again I'm getting all crazy. I don't even thing I'm really thinking about what I'm typing. I can not even hear the keys which is tripy I'm listening to garbage. ahh so nice.

I'm tired bed time...computer soon yey.