"Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes."

I am smitten with regret and fear. Such overwhelming emotions that are regurgitated by my vivid memory, yet a memory full of images that appear more relevant to the false-realities of a dream. But I am wide awake and unable to face the reality of my newly corrupted nature.

The past few days I've been wandering blindly behind a veil of constant tears, trying to regain my dignity. I feel detached, alienated, and more alone than I could have ever imagined possible.

I have rediscovered a familiar childhood desire to run away, brushing the dust off of those junior high plans to escape. To escape all that is familiar and begin again. I no longer want to leave based merely on personal hatred for a stupid, nothing town: I need to leave.