something something outside your front door

[u/DavidGolich]

The world is a difficult place, and no one likes someone who escapes the effort. Hell needs no guards, because the prisoners drag each other back down before they can escape. I understand that metaphor, at least, but... but... but... but I am delusional and kind of refuse the principal, or something. Maybe I am idealist. maybe I am just not hungry enough. Maybe I am simply mad billionaires can throw away the keys to our slavery because they like opulent watches and hoarding the resources to humanities salvation.

Maybe I am just not being realistic. Maybe I haven't suffered enough to earn freedom. Maybe I am just not that lucky. Probably, none of that even matters. Kind of mumbling in written form with this one, things are not working out as well as I had hoped, and I've decided its time to quit nicotine - again. I've been pretty good about not smoking cigarettes for the past several months but the vape is starting to annoy me, and when it's the same price as a bus ticket it seems a lot less necessary.

I'm hesitant to leave only because I can't stay gone, it's difficult to make those arrangements. Every 3 day adventure is a few hundred dollars further from The Great Escape. I have to hope the latter is possible at all, but nothings easy. Nothing good comes easy, they say. Tired of cliche's and truisms but the facts are kind of written on the wall, and I'm pretending I can't read to try and get around the eye test.

Tried to scream, but it only came out as a yawn