Jan 30, 2006 12:00
One week, one week is all it takes to fall back into a daily grind of a routine.
It's pretty easy to get bored fast.
Every time I get away everything is so clear.
Every time I'm here nothing is.
I love my family, but everything is just so much clearer when they're not around clouding my thoughts and guilting me into what they want.
I can see that, though a part of me doesn't want to.
Toying with the idea of leaving, it brings a lot of hope and guilt at the same time.
What to do, what to do....