I Want to Leave

I want to get away from here.

I'm sick of my life right now.

I'm sick of being in a town where I hardly know anyone. And the people that I do know, I don't wish to hang out with because some of them hate me for reasons unknown.

But I miss my friends.

I miss my cat.

I miss my house at home.

Sometimes I wish I had money to just leave.

To go where ever my heart desires.

Drive.

Just drive and never turn back.

Never have to worry about anyone that doesn't like me.

Never have to worry about classes that make my brain explode.

Never have to worry about having a job to make money to live.

To live.

To live.

I need money to live.

I need people to live.

I need a life to live.

But my life is not fun right now.

I want to leave.

I want to leave.

I WANT TO LEAVE!

I'm bored.

I'm lifeless.

I'm sad and lonely.

Can I be on a boat?

I want to soak up sun on the sand.

Can I sleep in a bed that isn't mine?

I want room service.

I just want to take my camera, my notebook and pen, and my non-existent iPod and just leave.

That's all I need.

That's all I want.

I want to get away.