There is never a place hidden enough
Never a place far enough away
I am followed every where I run
Every night and every day

The eyes are always prying
The thoughts they always intrude
And I am followed every where I run
No matter how or what I do

Last night I went to a bar for the first time. Three, actually, but we spent most of the time at the last one ( Read more... )

Originally posted at 10:35pm on 10/08/07 but the image didn't show up so I'm reposting

I have been going utterly, truly insane lately. I haven't ever cried this constantly - and I've cried a lot.

What keeps me sane:

• Plotting a semi-surprise attack on Sam*
  
• Packing so as to move in with Sam*
  
• My sister
  
• Sam* in general
  

Oh, and painting:


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Thanks to everyone who replied to my long rambling post. Really - thank you. It means a lot to me.

The real issue here is finding the balance between what I need RIGHT NOW and what I need so I can get to Canada.

I called Sam last night and told my parents this morning (tears! argument! etc!) and called my sister (yes, in Mexico) and it looks like: I' ( Read more... )

Drowsily riding the bus to school today, I realized just how ridiculously intense my plans are. By the first week of January, 2007 I will have:

• My driver's license
  
• Completed 12 more college credits
  
• A work visa for Canada
  
• A job set up in Canada
  
• The entirety of material evidence of my 17 years on earth packed in boxes that say "basement" or " ( Read more... )

I don't know how much I can take of this, you guys. The suspense is killing me - and not always in a fun way ( Read more... )