I've never had a suicidal thought.
Runaway, yes, but never wanted to actually kill myself. I'm bringing this up because lately I haven't been happy and I just wish that one or two things would happen: 1) time stops dead in its tracks and I can take as much of it as I need to do whatever I want or whatever needs to be done so that I'm back to my old self again or 2) I find a sack of at least one million dollars so I can get this Pimp-Named-Sallie-Mae off my back and take time to travel the world - All in hopes of clearing my mind.
- Either way -
Guess you're wondering: "Well, what on Earth is on Court-Boo's mind?" That is, if you even care for real. And to answer your question, Reader, it's quite a few things. I won't list them because maybe you could be going through a similar phase and I really don't want to extend an invitation for you to join the pity party.
While I'm writing this, a song continually spins in my mind, stuck on the same refrain: Far away from here, far away from here, far away from. Just jump in a taxi cab, pack a bag and get away fast.
Know that song? Yea, me either..well not outside the refrain.
Funny how Life treats you. But you never consider what Life is doing to you until you feel it's turned its back on you. But when you pretend to not give a shit about Life and the fact that it's around, you subconsciously consider it a privilege; a god-send; Life, that is. You never thought about Life and what you're actually doing. Or why, in fact, you're so content with it at that moment.
Guess the old saying is true: you don't know what you got til it's gone.
