Do you ever get the feel like you're being kept in one place, repeating the same miserable day over and over again? Makes it seem impossible to get out and hold the world on your own. Well, that's me right about now.
Don't get me wrong. There's nothing bad with this town or anything, but it's just so... normal. If there's one thing I don't like, it's normal. And boring. Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever get rid of this shabby town and start what everyone keeps calling this oh-so amazing life.
What I really want most is to walk away into a new adventure. It isn't too hard. You just gotta catch the next bus out of town, or get in a car and keep driving 'till you no longer know where you are. It's simple. I don't wanna keep chewing the goddamn fat in this town. It's so easy, it really is.
No, what I really want is to scuba dive in the Coral Reef, take a hike in some Northwestern forest, and put my feet in the sand in some magical island somewhere. The only problem is the people. The tourists. Now don't even get me started on those crummy tourists; they're phonies. They walk around pretending to give a damn about what they're looking at, but only care about coming back home and saying, "I was visiting the tropical Caribbean and it was GRAND". Boy, do I hate that word. And these tourists. They don't even know how depressing they are.
Anyhow, like I was saying, I gotta get out. I keep saying I will, but then I keep making excuses for myself. It's funny, eh? Well one day I will. But until that day, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes, doing the same ol' motions, and trying to deal with these phonies... and this rotten, boring town.