I want to run away. Run. Run far. Run far and never look back. I don’t care what I would leave behind. I would pack everything what I need and leave simply. Walk away and don’t even say goodbye.
This is crazy. I don’t know what I want besides this. I don’t finish things. Ever. It’s a miracle even that I have finished highschool. And fuck you. I want to write it without hyphen or in two parts. It is highschool for me. Suck it. Deal with it.
I don’t even know what I have written last time. I just use my journal. Always. It is more vintage and more personal. But the more I feel alone the more I feel to write a blog article. Not as if anyone would care.
I did have some plans. I turned out to be too impulsive to bring them through. Fuck this shit. I don’t need it. I want to do what I like, this job, without all the annoying shit which is given to me by my boss. That I should quit. He says it all the time. He makes me socially naked. Wants me to quit every kind of normal, social relationship I have. Even the one with my family. Who the fuck he thinks he is? Who? I’m going. Fuck it. Leaving town. The continent. The planet. Shit I just got really annoyed and frustrated and depressed and lazy as shit.