I want to drive to California.
Or anywhere, really.
I just want to get out of here, meet all kinds of crazy new people, do something I’ve never done before.
Maybe I just want to run away from my problems, run away from all the things that remind me of everything that’s wrong with my life, everything that’s wrong with me, everything that’s wrong with the entire fucking world.
I’m being melodramatic again. I guess I’ll go try and write something, maybe that’ll help. I doubt it, but maybe.