I need to get out of here. If I don't. i'm going to do something stupid. I know, I know the feeling, I know the need. It isn't a want. If I don't get up and leave within the next twelve hours I will be dead, no joke. I am going insane. Things aren't bad with people, things are going bad in my head. I feel nauseated like i'm going to throw up words. I hope I don't because that would be detrimental. I can't cry because I need to save up all my energy to pull off some magnificent getaway.