This is the last place I have to resort too for privacy. I'm about to make a life-changing decision, that I'm fairly certain is the worst path for me to take. It leads to all the dark things that I've worked so hard for the past near-three years to get rid of. It pulls me away from so many places that I should be and so many people that I should be with, all so I can eat a hot meal ten years from now. What happened to adventure and excitement; where did it all go? What happened to the times that I was ready to walk off into the wilderness of life and take whatever it handed it too me? When did I become a responsible adult who gives up the things I love, the places I love, and the people I love to survive in the end. When did I start caring about anything beyond the here and now?

Maybe I'm not ready for this.

I think the real world is a bullshit dream of conservative thinkers who have no aptitude for the unknown. Sadly, they make up ninety percent of our population, forcing the last ten percent of us to fall into their authoritarian lines.

I'll always remember the lake and Nargile and Bunker and Pick Up and Latino and the Circle and the Office and the friends I met along the way to those places.

I came to this place to exile myself from the things I loved when I was younger. Not only did I grow out of those things here; I found myself a home, a place where I'm actually accepted as the person I am and accept people for who they are.

Come this December I won't be alive any longer.