Don't come along with me

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.