I dont know why I feel like this sometimes...

I AM finally getting away from it all... Soon (too soon it feels like) fuck, ill just leave... and not have to talk to anyone... not have to be there for anything or anyone...

anyone here...

Just being uprooted and replanted... sounds more satisfying then letting life's roots dig any deeper. I think thats how im going to be... I mean look at my past and "POW!" that analogy sticks.

Oh well. No Sense in throwing a pity party for one.
Because thats how things are ending up... I feel like I cant rely on anyone anymore... because I know damn well people have stopped relying on me.

Well Fuck it.

These past weeks has been a mixture of utter shittiness... with (thankfully) a little bit of bliss, like croutons, on a salid of shit.

Dont we all love croutons though? even if we hate salid... We pick off the croutons first. (Optimisum?)

No one wants to turn into a pessimistic pete.

But one can only be an optimistic oliver for so long.

*sigh*