back to where i was a year ago. i remember this place so vividly and it haunts me how late i used to be up just to talk to the people here. it made me feel so much better. i would fall asleep with laptop in arms and when i awoke in the morning, pissed. Pissed that I woke up. Why can’t something miraculous happen while i’m asleep. I could give some terminal cancer patient another chance by leaving here and giving them my time. I always think that. I don’t want to be here but i’m forced to. like putting a boot on a car for parking illegally. You can’t park here so lets make it impossible for you to park somewhere else.
I’d like to climb a mountain, look at what I’m giving up, lay back and pray that someone else gets my time