December 22, 2011   4 notes

If you actually read these things then maybe you can have say it in all. Maybe this is a test. I don’t know. I don’t care. I wake up every morning wondering what it would be like to take my father’s gun and put it in my mouth and pull the trigger. This isn’t a joke. I’m deadly serious. Okay, maybe that last sentence was a joke, but seriously, I’m out. I care so little about all of you, and I care even less about myself. To know the beyond would be a great privilege that I want so badly to be a part of. Now more than ever. I want an adventure. I want out. I just want something not this…

  1. jeffreylocke said: Sometimes I just want to walk out my front door, down my street, down another street, down a highway, through the desert, across the border, across another border, and never stop walking until something “happens,” death, or otherwise. Something.
  2. ckboddy posted this