hit the road
read david's journal. i dont feel like explaining why we're leving. it's too depressing. i should have never come back. even better, i should have killed myself and not just tried to. that's the problem with me. i never finnish what i start.
even now.
i bought a pad, i moved my stuff, and i still end up here. in the family's house.
i'm not going to kill myself again. it never works. you're almost dead, then someone saves you. so you can live in this crappy world another 50 years. 60 even.
eternity.
no. if i want to escape this life i'll have to do it properly. finnish the job for once. never look back.
moving to the next block wont work. i just end up back at home/hell.
i'll have to move out of new york city. out of the state. across the usa.
where no one can find me.
yeah, i'll go on their stupid road trip.
but i wont come back.
i promise.
even now.
i bought a pad, i moved my stuff, and i still end up here. in the family's house.
i'm not going to kill myself again. it never works. you're almost dead, then someone saves you. so you can live in this crappy world another 50 years. 60 even.
eternity.
no. if i want to escape this life i'll have to do it properly. finnish the job for once. never look back.
moving to the next block wont work. i just end up back at home/hell.
i'll have to move out of new york city. out of the state. across the usa.
where no one can find me.
yeah, i'll go on their stupid road trip.
but i wont come back.
i promise.