I'm gonna drive until I break down.

Seriously.
It was just one of those days, when on the drive home I contemplated just going over the side of the freeway.
Suicidal?
Nah, just a brief moment of weakness. I did think about just driving and driving until I ran out of gas, but seeing as to how I only had 1/4 of a tank of gas, I probably would've gotten to about...oh maybe Alamogordo. It was one of those days where it just really frustrated me to live here, and not for any particular reason. I'm just sick of it. It's so hard to go anywhere in this city without being reminded of something or someone. Yeah, I'll admit it, I'm leaving because I'm running away. From what? From everything. From every single memory I would rather forget. Do you know how long I avoided the east side because of...yeah, you know? This place is so small, pretty soon, I won't be able to go anywhere, as if it isn't bad enough as it is. I feel like every year that I have to stay here suffocates me a little more every time. I don't know what it is, okay I do, I'd just rather not say, that has made my having to leave an ABSOLUTE MUST! But I'll hold it in till I have to for the short two little years that I have left here. Then it'll be on to something new and a brand new start where I will finally be able to put this place behind me.