The people here don't really know me, and probably never will. I'm glad I'm leaving right now.
I put on my amber tinted glasses and pulled out of the parking lot.
Sometimes I just don't like being around others because I feel like my priorities are jacked. It's disappointing. Every time I pass I-10 east, I think about merging on and driving for four more hours. I wanna travel till I hit white sand.
