Running away, let's do it.
I know someone who doesn't even understand what an English teacher's dream Into the Woods is.
Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
I need some boar jerky.
I want out so bad that it might just literally (and I know how to use the word literally properly) kill me. Or maybe I want it to.
I could just move to Michigan or Iowa or even better, Western PA.
Man oh man oh man. I scroll down and see that I used to feel good about stuff.