Have you ever just felt that stress like you don't want to be anywhere? It kinda creeps in and just takes over your entire thoughts. You think about a lot of things that way. Death. Life. Reality. Fantasy. The World. Your own experiences. The reason you are the way you are and how fucked up your life has gotten from the time you started down a path of self destruction. It never really seemed that life would turn out this way did it? I never thought thought i would have done drugs. It never seemed the kind of thing i would have done. Looking back now it hurts to think about it. I guess getting away is not that hard out of my grasp, but what about the people who need me. (Those extremely few and far inbetween. I thank you for not leaving me.) IT's a strange feeling, emptiness.