I feel so fucking fed up with the world right now.  I'm sick of demands and expectations that I'll never meet - never have, why start now?  I'm sick of feeling guilty for things I have no reason to feel guilty over.  I'm sick of others' lives being so entwined or dependent on mine.  I'm sick of talking and listening, to anyone.  I have a list of people I feel like cursing a blue streak to.  I need a break.  A break from reality and time.  I need the world to stop so I can take a breather because I can't seem to get one any other way.  The worst part is the awareness that nothing's going to slow down anytime soon.  I'll have kids, a career, a live-in husband, aging parents, a non-existant metabolism.  I'll have ten times more stress than I have at present and that pisses me off.

How is it my life if it's nothing like I want it to be?  Fuck being realistic.  Give me some hiking boots and a sleeping bag, and I'll find my reality in the woods.  A house away from it all.  A stream to wash away my thoughts.  Clean air to clear my head.  Only the sounds of birds and chipmunks to flood my ears.

Away, away, away.