escape
25 September 2001 - 12:42 a.m.

My head still aches. I am slowly spinning. My stomach continues to churn its acidic juices. Have I returned to the long sleepless nights once again? Have I returned to those days where I write three entries in a day? Am I so troubled and stressed out again that I long for my music or some form of entertainment that will help me escape my reality?

I am so sick of running away. Of turning my back to what is real. I need to learn to face my life. Yet what do I do? I run away again. To some far off place I've never been to before. To some place even more provincial and barriotic than where I'm staying now. To a place where they speak a different tongue and the lights are gone by nine. How can I forage the streets at night again? How can I ride with the wind in my face? The city will be over an hour's ride away from where I'll be staying? How can I escape when I feel my head has taken too much for the day?

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