sometimes life just wants to make you leave town on a bus without telling anybody, just to see who your true friends are. just to see who gives a damn about You, the person. or who thinks your life is worth anything more than the uncontrollable monstrosity it may have become.
it's obvious that the world is no friend to anybody. what a blistering reality.
it seems that a large chunk of my life has been wasted on things that have no bearing on my present or future. it also seems that there is very little room in my future for Me, the person. Me, the life is different from Me, the person. and Me, the person sometimes hates the simple act of existing.
of course, none of us has the courage to just GET. OUT. OF. HERE. and she did, so i say to her: flipping bravo. when the world says screw you, screw the world. never mind what people do or say or think. you do something fabulous and they couldn't care less. you do something that costs them time, money, embarrassment? they're all over your ass. they're suing you, slandering you.
no sympathy for having a "blessed" life? BAH. as soon as good things happen to you, the world turns bitter and hostile. they hate you for your choices and hate you even more for their own. but the world has nothing to do with you by then. and at that point, you feel like having nothing to do with the world.
maybe people loved you, and maybe they didn't.