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i am sick of this place. i'm sick of people. i am sick of this world.

yesterday i wanted to post but i just was not in a good mood. and it seems to be lingering. nothing has gotten better for a week straight. all i hear, all i see, all i find out makes me even sicker and sicker, and i'm ready to get away. i would like to say death, but that's not the escape i need. i just want void. space. black. silence. so i thought i'd like to be shot into outerspace for a while. just float around and look at the stars or close my eyes and listen to wonder. no deceiving, no avoidance, no lying, no sadness, no changing, no jelousy, and no reason for hurt.

i finally fell asleep and then had a dream.
God is humourous.