I can't stand life.
The full moon is out, I've lost contact with Nicole, life is in the shitter, I'm trapped in this cage they call my house... nikki, if you're reading this, EMAIL ME! my address is EvilSqueegee@hotmail.com and I -don't- want to lose you as well. The move to california that we've been planning has been put off, so that the anticipation of loosing everything I've ever known yet again lasts -longer-, driving me deeper into depression, making me want to run even more, and disabling my ability to write without rushing everything into run-ons and almost-unreadable scentances. It's unbearable, I need to escape, I need to get away and be free: I crave the impossible.