It's funny how five minutes can be emotionally devastating enough as to make me not want to move for the rest of the night.

I feel like I've got a weight on my chest again, and it's crushing me slowly.

I haven't listened to this song in a while. Remember when Avril was kind of good? I do.

Seems like so long ago.

eighteen days to freedom though.

Eighteen days to sixteen days of glorious, unfettered, freedom.

I want to leave on a jet plane and not know when I'll be back again. I want adventure, I want love, I want change, I want to leave my baggage behind.

I want to want life.

Right now I don't want anything.

~Katie