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why do you keep coming back?

road trip with the fucking girls today.
i cant wait.
i have to get out of this fucking town, even if it is for only a few hours.
i swear, if i could, i would pack my shit and never look back.
i wouldnt regret a fucking thing if i just left today.
i always thought i liked louisville.
but im never going to be able to just fucking live my life being here. i think i might move away for grad school.
or i just might get up and leave one day. and not tell anyone.
but once im gone, i really dont think i will ever want to come back.
and thats a scary thought.
but in order to move on from shit, i have to leave. and whether thats letting them win or whether thats me running away from my problems, i really dont care anymore.
i need a place where no one knows me. a place where all my fucking ghosts and secrets dont matter. a place where i can just start all over, and forget about the fucking past. for good.
i just need the fucking stars. i feel like its going to take every single one of them to wish this all away.

8:11 a.m. - 2004-10-09

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