Five-minute free write
Head in the grinder and my eeyes are popping because my forehead sounds like it’s caught i a vice, and I just won’t go to sleep at a decent hour because the night is when I finally have a few minutes tomyself without prying eyes and clingy neediness. God I hate being here. I want to gwet the fuck out odf this town and just escape the smother and get the rest of my life back on track. I am addicted to sugar and caffiene and carbonation, and I feel like I don’t have any way top really get anywhere unless I break free from this place. I feel trapped and I am worried about ever getting out. I don’t like being here, and that’s something I can’t overemphasizer enough. Not the cats can even hold me back. I feel like I have to do something fast or I will just be nothing or even worse, something lame. I sound like a dork when I say this. Or just an overdramatic teenager. Buit I feel my growth being arrested and I can’t stand not really doing anything useful with my life and the longer I stay here, the less likely I will rejoin th eliving. No fucking way.. Time to leave. Time to get out. I am living my life for someone else and I am sick of it. I am sick of not being my true self and I can’t keep the charade much longer.