A one way trip. Whoever thought she'd miss the in's and out's of oxygen...
I feel like leaving again. Tofino! Anywhere, really. Maybe I just need to go camping for a couple days. Alone. That's what happens when I realize that there's nothing here for me. No promises, nothing to count on. I'm not saying that negatively, I'm just saying. I can't, (and don't want to), predict anything anymore. There's no 'what's going to happen tomorrow' feeling. It's like I don't care. So why am I even here? I know that everyone's going to read this and get the impression that I'm depressed, but I'm not. I'm fine. I feel comfortable with my 'self', but I don't feel like I fit into anyone else's life here. I don't need anyone to tell me that they need me around. I don't want pity. I don't want goddamn 'I love you, Hillary'. I just don't want anything to get close to me. Including my surroundings. I'm starting to avoid comfort. Or maybe it's the opposite; maybe I'm escaping everything to obtain a sense of comfort. I can't really tell. It's both I guess. This post was useless. I just felt like writing.
"They found her in her room. Wearing a pink bunny suit. Sour cherry lipstick. Hanging from the closet door. Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise. Maybe just to look into your headlight morning glow."
-MGB
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