A Pulse.

I think it's been four years... And nothing exciting has happened since Jobcorp. I've lost it a couple days ago and started checking flights to fly over to Austin, Texas where Danial is. The whole week's trip would have cost me a grand (meaning that I survive on one meal a day, which might possibly be a burger and fries). A thousand is all I have saved up. But I needed to get out. I needed to get away from this place. I had contacted Lionel and checked flights to Chicago, Illinois and it was less than half the price it took to get to Austin. He hasn't replied yet, and it's been two days since I've sent the message. Good thing, I guess. I would have done it and  that would have been too reckless of me, it took me forever to save up that much. So I'll just get a car and won't have to worry about the people in the cockpit accidentally/purposely killing us all for whatever reason.

I wanted to get out. I wanted to go to a high energy musical screaming concert and let loose. Hit anyone who seems to enjoy bruises and bloody noses, get hit myself. Scream. Run wildly through a forest, even if it means all by myself. I wanted some excitement in my life so bad I had even thought about talking to the Slipknot maggots at my sister's high school, I'm pretty sure I would be really annoyed at them for being what I already know that they will most likely be narrow-minded, but I think they'll pump up something in my life, even if it's just a little. Yeah... I'll do that... We'll see how it goes. At least then I'll have someone who will go to a headbanging concert with me... I wish Junior didn't have to act like a Mister-Cool-Silent-Man... And I wish he was a better liar.

The fact that I think this is really erotic must mean there's something really wrong with me.