I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact, my problem is the complete opposite.
I want to live. I want to escape.
I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell in doing or how to get out of here.
a.j.
