you head to the city, well count me out.

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there are a lot of things going on with me right now. jealousy is one of them, tied in with awkwardness and regret. I find myself missing a lot of things that used to be and the thought of what could have come from them makes me bitter. (poeticism in journal entries is kinda beat but hey, I'm freestylin') I have this burning need to get away from

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first and formost - - you know I'd run away with you in a heart beat. I love you on so many levels even I'm confused by them, but it's a good confusing, so don't be jealous of my professional mack momma skillz, yo. *smiles playfully* Like I said, ours is a forbidden love, ya dig?

Rule #1 for escaping potentially leathal small towns, or really, any town in general: GED or High School Diploma. If already in posession of one of these, see rule #2.
Rule #2: CAR CAR CAR. Money makes the world go round, but if you can't hoard it and cart around your ill gotten wealth, you're still SOL.
Rule #3: Be conveniently kidnapped by friends/lovers/space aliens/illegal aliens and mysteriously relocate for several days. :)

I love you babe, and things will get better. I also love that song, but I love you more. :P

moving...

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moving my lj. new lj = phantom_gun