last night wasn't as cold as i thought it
would be. so, my three o'clock window of
escape wasn't so terrible. except for this
antsy feeling that i can't shake. last night,
i heard planes and i wanted to go. i wanted,
like i've never wanted before, to get on a
plane, a red-eye flight, straight to somewhere
... no transfers.
i don't have the money, the time, the
responsibility, the anything, to do this.
but, i swear to god you'll see the last of
me, if i don't get the fuck out of here soon.
honestly, this is the best i can hope for.

IM CRAWLING IN MY FUCKING SKIN, OKAY?