Hi there, little journal.
Yes, you've become my personal journal now, deal with it, rock and roll.
So, days are still going by and I'm just... here. I feel more and more trapped with every single passing day.
I guess you don't realize just how much of a prisoner of circumstances you are until you see the light at the end of the metaphorical tunnel.
I wanna get out of here, man! This fuckin' place is so fuckin' ugly and full of fuckin' fuckers. Damn those motherfuckin' motherfuckers.
On the plus side, I feel like a new man.
Remember all those annoying little crisis I used to have, because I didn't know what I wanted to do with lil old me?
Well, I still have 'em (thanks for asking), but at least I know WHERE I wanna... do with lil old me.
And I guess that means we have 2 out of 3 necessary answers.
What?
I'm afraid I still don't know.
Where?
Oh, I know just the place -insert smiley face-
Why?
Because fuck you, thats why.
I'm so very happy, in a weird, undescribable way.
It's finally coming to an end. Yay!
