Have you ever wanted to escape this world and simply die or get away from it? Yeah, that's how I feel at times. I don't know what to do about it. I need to see a therapist or something. I'm on medication, but that doesn't feel like it's doing enough for me. So I have to figure out...something to do about it all. I don't know though. It scares me. I'm more than scared, if I had the ability to understand what was going on in life, then I could do that. But I can't and that simply seems that life is going to blow up at me in any second now. I wish I could overcome these thoughts and simply make sense of it. Whatever happens, I need reality to be real. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does. I doubt anything ever makes sense to me anymore. But that's okay. It'll be okay in the end, whenever that will be. If it's not the end, it's not okay yet now is it? No, I didn't think so.
Went out walking today. Decided to take in my surroundings. Came upon a truck.
The keys were in the ignition and the door unlocked… so I took it for a drive around the block. Now don’t ask me what a truck was doing in front of the house… but well I couldn’t pass up an opportunity.
I’m used to surfing on ice burgs and swimming. But never had the opportunity to drive before.
Hopping in the drivers seat, I started the engine. Looking down to the floor, I realized I couldn’t reach the pedals.
So I just sat in the truck and listened to music.
The keys were in the ignition and the door unlocked… so I took it for a drive around the block. Now don’t ask me what a truck was doing in front of the house… but well I couldn’t pass up an opportunity.
I’m used to surfing on ice burgs and swimming. But never had the opportunity to drive before.
Hopping in the drivers seat, I started the engine. Looking down to the floor, I realized I couldn’t reach the pedals.
So I just sat in the truck and listened to music.
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