Trapped.

I feel trapped. In this piece of crap you call a home. I've been stuck in this fucking house for 4 days now, I didn't even know what day of the week it was. It is Monday, June 8, 2009 and I am officially losing my mind. They can't keep me here forever, it's a matter of time before I just give up and escape the madness. I'll pack my bags, gather some money, and just head somewhere that makes more sense. It's like I'm finally rebelling the walls that have binded me for the longest time. I don't have much to lose, so it's worth a shot. I need to breathe. I don't know about them, but I'm not going to stay here and rot in this loveless shithole.