Just a few more weary days and then I'll fly away

I shouldn't have watched Jessica Watson coming home. All I want to do now is go on an adventure, jump on a plane, or learn how to sail, or just drive away. I want to throw a few things in a bag, grab a copious amount of energy drinks and a few friends on the way and just go.

I CERTAINLY do not want to do my english. at all. not even a little bit. or my classics or drama or modern, and trust me, theres bloody well enough of it that I should be able to choose the least repulsive one...


But no, not anymore.
I don't want to by a formal dress, I don't really want that cup of tea, I don't want to listen to or play music, I don't wanna paint, I don't wanna take artsy photos, I don't want a bubble bath, I don't want a hug, I don't want an A+, I don't want to go to youth group or go to church or even go out.





All I want is adventure.

All I want is escape

I've been dying to get out, and that might be the death of me

even though there's no way of knowing where to go, as long as I'm going...

Some days, I want to be one of those people who can just run and not give a damn.

Just run from things, desert people, fail commitments, all that.

And not care.

But in the ever so wise, truthful and shoe-immortalised words of a great friend

trip on your own guilt land on your own headache

im a hostage to my own humanity...

sweet like a chic a cherry cola

a silent 'get screwed' just got directed at my to do list.
i had a whole schedule written out and everything.
i think once i got to 'maths homework' it was doomed.

-sigh-
i need to get out of this house.
pronto.

<3gliTter