So here I am doing my work at the very last minute as always. I'm typing what's supposed to be a 7 page research paper on FDR tonight and so far I've got 2.5 pages done and a shitload more to go. Next week is my class's senior trip up to New York. In a way it'll be a nice break but at the same time that means one entire week of uninterrupted super-Christ time that's sure to make me kill myself. Other than the usual work/school related stress things are going alright I guess.
I want to get out. Out of this body, out of my school, out of this town.
I want to go far away, where I never have to see all the things that crush my hope and spirit.
I want to go somewhere where I can sleep, and live, and be without having to set up a defensive line.
I want the people I love to stop hurting. I want to be strong enough to protect them.