Fuck This, I'm Out.

I'm counting down the days 'til I can get the fuck out of this place
I swear I'm never coming back 'cause I found everything that I lack
I found comfort in a land far away
Where I don't feel like I've got a foot in the grave

It's not about you, it's about me 
Please leave me alone
Leave me alone

I'm so sick of fighting with every single person that I know
And I'm so sick of lying and burying myself in a hole
I just want to fill that tank up and drive
It's the only thing that still makes me feel alive

It's not about you, it's about me 
Please leave me alone
Leave me alone

I don't think I'll ever make it out alive
So I might as well just kill myself tonight
Yeah, might as well just kill myself tonight
I don't want to
But I don't see any other way

Fresh Start

I deleted all of my previous 124 posts from February-Present so that way I could have a blank slate for the last remaining days of the year & a pretty new place to start from when the first day arrives. And plus I hate re-reading past posts. It makes me feel icky.

I started working on my own tonight. I'm pretty stoked on it. I can clean all night and listen to my music while doing so... and then plug my ipod into my car when I am leaving and listen to my music on the way to the next place. I can stop to pee when I want. I can roll down the windows & smoke a cigarette & not feel bad about the smoke and cold. I now have a elderly vacuum in my backseat along with a dream supply of cleaning stuff. Getting paid ten dollars an hour to do my sexist things I'm supposed to do.

On Friday I will be heading to Port Clinton, since I'm not even going to bother to get in while underage at the Dopamines show in Cinci. But I'll be going to Cinci next Friday for fun times. I already have like, 5 or 6 things I'm excited about for 2011. Let's hope that list keeps getting longer!