flying

Give me a map, a licence, a car, and some cash; you'll never see me again.
I want to explore. I want to get away from this place where the only thing to do is sit here and wish there was something todo, day dreaming about better things out there.
When I leave, there's no looking back. No regrets. No feeling.
Just Flying.

And until I get that chance, I'll be here longing for it. Dreaming of it. Exactly three years of school. Three years that I've accepted that I have to do. No punking out just because I'm smart. I'll stay there with those people. For the sole fact that why am I special enough to go? And how could I leave the few there that I care about? I wont. I have three years. Three painful years. But perhaps they wont be that bad. All about friends this year. Michael's not going to be there, so there's no worrying about him. I'm going crazy, and I'm going to enjoy it. And I'm going to sing, you'll see. I'll be a star. The weird little girl who's almost too crazy. Who runs around biting her thumb at that school, the exact opposite of all of the other stars of that school. But I'll have a voice too good to ignore just because I'm queer (as in weird, people. get a vocaulary).

I'm going into this year, like diving into a pool, head first. And I'm aware I cant swim. So if I'm drowning, dont bother saving me. I'm very well aware that if I dont acquire some sort of swimming skills on the way down, I wasnt supposed to swim. It wouldnt have been in the cards. But if I do survive the fall, then everyone should watch out. We all know how over the top I was last year, yea, well, I'm going to turn it up.




I'm going to fly.