I want to get away. I desperately need to get away from here and not return – at least not for a very long time. I’m falling out of love with the home I once loved so much, the love beginning to turn into disdain and frustration.
I know getting away won’t solve my problems, but at least I’ll be away from some of them and able to start anew. I just want to forget everything, stop doing everything and basically run away from everything. Maybe that’s the weak way out, but I actually don’t care. I’m fed up. Yeah, I said it, I’m fed up and annoyed and tired.
Frustratingly, I say that I’m tired a lot – psychically, mentally and emotionally – but unfortunately, that is often the case. I’m also very tired of people and becoming increasingly annoyed by them – it seems that I’m leaning more towards the hate side of my love/hate relationship with people at the moment. I don’t want to be tired of people, I really don’t, and I want to be nice; but the way I just can’t take people sometimes. Especially at this time in my life.
Like Lenny Kravitz said, “I want to get away, I want to fly away”. I want to fly somewhere far and get away from all my responsibilities, relax my mind and heal my heart. But I guess that ‘s just too much to ask.