the one that's not about boys

touching a wound that's on the process of healing and going to the movies on your is more or less the same thing. you keep doing it even though it hurts. you keep doing it for that unexplainable pleasure.

tonight after an awful movie with no plot i came out of the theatre thinking where was i going. not on that specific time, but in life. i'm trying as hard as possible to want to stay, to fight it here. however, that constant runaway thing inside me keeps me wandering why not quit everything and ran away. how far could i go? far enough not to remember about it?

as emo as it might sound, sometimes i wish it would all go away. i wish i hadn't been on this planet to make a change. 'cuz it's much harder to fight than it is to pretend and walk as if nothing is wrong. it would be so much easier deciding to work for the system.

tonight i'm tired of life. tonight i break. once again.