Sometimes I feel like I’m an angry person. I don’t think I choose to be that way, sometimes I just am. The littlest things set me off, and for no good reason. I tend to go off on those that are closest to me, mostly because I know they’ll forgive me for my moment of insanity. I wish I didn’t though. I know it’s going to bite me in the ass someday.
Lately I’ve been wanting to escape more and more. I just don’t want to be here anymore. I’m really thinking about emptying my bank account and catching a bus to ANYWHERE. I don’t even care right now. I just want to go.