| some times.. a lot of times.. i just wanna take off.. go somewhere no one knows me, be on my own devices, away from all the troubles and obligations and responsibilities... this is, of course, much easier said than done, and i know the possibility of regret, as soon as i act on that desire.. but of course it's all moot, bcoz there's no way i can do it. thus, every once in a while, or, every other day or so, i re-live this helplessness, which is a product of my own impotence, stubborness, insecurities, cowardice, and fears. then i escape and hide in the imaginative world that stories create, until the alarm clock, maybe the gardeners, or garbage truck, wakes me again. GAHHHHHHHH!!! |
