Oh, how I long for freedom. Freedom from the people who I have to endure, the rules I can’t change, from society’s mindless expectations of me, from myself and my own goddamn procrastination.
I long for freedom from my desperate escapist tricks of writing grumbly journal entries to distract me from doing what I need to do, and what I want to do but tell myself I can’t.
I just want to be able to get on with things. And if someone else doesn’t find a way to stop me, I do.
I’m an idiot.
I suppose that’s my problem.