I sort of want to sit here, build a nice warm safe cacoon, live where no one can touch me. I'm feeling lonely and self-riteous, angry, defiant, and unsure, so bad i wouldn't go back, even though i miss the way things were. So here i go, just like you predicted, up and out, i'm taking off. Yes i think i deserve better. So this is goodbye.
april 6th 2009