Elizabeth

http://xkcd.com/137/


I wanted to run away. I wanted to kiss a boy, or at least have the guts to smile. I wanted to go to night party and get pissed, drunk off my ass, smoke a little, maybe barf on the nice carpet. I wanted to get on that bus and go to the beach, go to a cafe and just sit and sip alone. I wanted to at least pass by the places where I know they are hiring, maybe ask for information.

But I couldn't stop. I just kept walking along the same path I always walk, standing at the same corner, waiting for the light to change. And crying a little.

I'm crawling out of my skin...