Thursday, 8 July 2010
07:37:12 PM (GMT)
This town if killing me...
The memories, the same cracks in the sidewalk...the same local woman that takes her
daily walk...passing the big oak tree at exactly 8:17 every morning. I know
everybody's shifts, everybody's job, everybody's life..drama..and secrets. It's like
one big family...A family of 2,000 somethin' people.
If I don't get out of here in the next 57 days...I may just become one of these
57 days...Why 57 days? I've been here too long...I'm only guessing at the amount of
days it will take for me to be completely brain washed.
Yes...Brain Washed. This town takes all present days "it's" and "trends" and pushes
them aside out of reach...for anybody. There's no choice but to live the same life as
everybody else...which is a boring one, I must add.
Now...Not all village folks are all bad. But, not all village folks are all good. But
I will inform you, bad definitely over rules good in this town.
It's barely peaceful. No fighting...But lots of tears, stress, depression, drugs, and
as I'll say once again...drama.
I see this prison cell as a cage, at the top of the mountain that we sit on. Crazy
huh? You will be considered more than lucky if you ever move out of this hell
hole...which isn't very often..but those who escape..I applaud.
I almost escaped this insane town. Almost.
For the summer I got away with my younger sister and mom down off of this mountain
into the city.
I don't mean to sound so, "out of it." But, I'm not going to lie...I'm out of it.
You'll never imagine how weird it was to be out in the real world. As insane and
horrific it was...it was amazing.
Somehow, I ended up back in this town. Idyllwild.
Just...Set Me Free. Or I'll have to do it myself. And trust me...nobody wants that.
I. Will. Start. A. Riot.
Last edited: 17 September 2010