Everyone's moving by so fast. running off; running away.
places to go. people to see. things to do.
i feel like i'm stuck. can't move. my feet are rooted.
they beckon for me to follow, to come with them. they're smiling and laughing. they all look so happy. they're waving at me. slowly walking away. turning. gone.
i want to follow so badly. but i can't come with them. i am fixed in this one spot, doomed to watch everyone go off and have different lives, different friends.
i want to shake free these crazy shackles that seem to have me tied down.
i want to run.
i want to scream.
i want to bleed.
i want to be free.
i want to drive so far away and never see anything familiar again.
i want to be rash and tear away. never turn back. never doubt what i'm doing.
i hate having obligations.
i hate having people tell me what to do.
i hate being responsible.
i hate being scared.
I WANT TO SCREW EVERYTHING.
I WANT TO SMOKE.
I WANT TO DRINK.
