Where Is The Good....?

Feeling: destructive
Damnit I feel like ripping a tree out of the ground. There's nothing to do, nowhere to be, and it just plain sucks. I wish work would call me in. I need an occupation. There's nothing to take up my time. I wish I could just leave. I don't want to be here anymore. This place is driving me crazy. I have no desire to congregate with the ones that surround me. There is no reason for it. I need something. I'm just not yet aware of what it is. I need to go. Also, where, I'm not sure of. I feel the need to scream...bloody...murder... Please return to me my puppet...and I will pull your strings...the way that I am sure you wish to pull mine... I love you...
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I'll be home soon. Then you can do to me, as you wish! I love you!
[Anonymous]