i just dont think ill be around for much longer.

i never thought i would
but i have now
and even though this might not be what i thought it was
im beyond happy that it finally took away what id been tying to kill for so fucking long
and its so much better this way

everyone seems to be leaving, going somewhere, out of this city. maybe i should as well. running away is always good. it seemed to fix my problems last time i ran.
im not quite sure what to do. i guess all i can do is put up with this purgatory til you figure out whatever it is thats made you crazy. its okay, i know youre not quite there.
neither am i after the weeks that past.
but you wont know about that.
it seems a bit like a sad case if i mentioned it.

so this is the future. drugs and madness.

thats fine by me cuz fuck, theres nothing fucking else to do in this miserable timeless place.

so you think you dont know me hmm?

this has been okay, but sometimes i feel real lost, like kinda blind, not knowing what the fucks going on and whats ahead because it literally could be anything. i hate how i worry like this but im not sure if its fully there or not.