home, home again... i like to be here when i can

[the__eye]

So it's been a while... I read back on my past entries and I compare myself now, and you know what? Not much seems that different... but I miss this journal. Life is pretty much on the road now, i see to have fled away from my old, trapped, secretive, tortured life in a sense that I am always staring at a highway... a pretty much physical escape.
I miss writing in this journal, recording my life though it is so self-absorbed. One day soon ima get back to it. Everyone needs an escape... Hell, who am I kidding, ima probably end up in jail.