Cryptic Entry # 3: I want out

This is one of the times where I want to kick and scream and cry and just yell, “I give up! I don’t care about this anymore; I don’t want to do this anymore! I WANT OUT!

But you know what? I can’t. Because I’m not that kind of person.

Although I wish I am that kind of person. I wish I can say that without caring about who I might be letting down, or what I may be forgetting.

Sometimes, Lately, this particular period of my life gets to me so bad, that all I want to do is quit. Look for another place to be in. Run back into my comfort zone. Be anywhere but here.

Everyone’s leaving. One by one. I’m doing things that I never expected to be doing (and studied for) — and I’m not saying that in a good note. I’m not supposed to be doing this.  I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t deserve this.

I’m feeling the edges of desperation, like I want to go away first before anything else happens. Not that anything would happen to me…I hope. Plainly speaking, I want to ditch this joint before I get caught in too deep with anything I don’t want to.

I. Want. Out.

Am I being too whiny for you?

Someone get me out of here.