no purpose. no direction. no meaning.
going around in circles. might as well stay put.
how do you get out of something, something you really don't want to do. shrug it off? run away? but in this world, in my world, it is impossible to run away. there are people everywhere, standing in the middle of the path, blocking off the escape route. trapped.
no way to stop time, either.
no passion for one thing. refusal to compromise time and values for the other.
knew from the beginning that I'll hate them when they come. have been waiting in horrible anticipation.

but, please. don't ask. don't say anything. shhh.
i'm pretty sure there's no way to run far anyway. not in this world.

ugh. feel like one of those Room Escape games. must be a way out. just.. when, and how.
And it's got to start with the desire to get out. -_-