some strange dark backroad and thirty minutes later all we could see were the outlines of the crooked branches of the tress hanging above us, just out of our reach. We hit a dead end and began to wonder what the hell could possibly be this far out of the cold dead clutches of city society. My driver began to complain about the world as usual and I have managed to block him out with opposing thoughts quite easily.
The awkward grey of the sky above us was slightly deafening to the aural foundations of what we believe to be a regular tolerable day. The weight of harrowing depression and a need to revert myself to the past lives I used to live make me believe that what im living through is completely wrong. I've managed to blow the thoughts of what my life should be completely out of proportion and projects I've wanted to do continue to bear down on my already cracking soul.
She's gone. He's walking out, and for some reason it's gotten to a point where i care enough to just let it all go. Maybe the world would be better if I wasnt so god damn selfish and I just fell in and thought like the rest of us do. There's one of someone in my head that just wants to give up on all of it. Let life go. Walk into the woods and never be seen again. Hope to christ it can all be ok again without me here. But thats my selfish sie talking. There's an idealist that lives up there with him, and driving without headlights may be a terrible idea. But again, my mind is like the odd couple making every attempt to come together and do some sort of good, but they just cant find a median. I wish i could, I just want to put myself well past the point where I have been, but feeling slightly accomplished is just as good as retiring

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