I never noticed

I'm packing my stuff up to get ready for the big move out to sac. I'm bleeding in like 6 different places from papercuts that I got while moving books, papers, shit like that. You don't notice a misplaced piece of paper, slash, you get hacked by some stupid invitation to attend some dinner with some asshole named Huey in family practice. It's like everything around me has a razor sharp edge...just waiting to take a jab at me whenever I happen to walk by. I need this move...I need to get out of this town. It's full of thorns and thistles that cling to me and poke at me every time I move. The silence of my room overwhelms me in the evenings and I go to sleep with my heart pounding in my throat. I need to get away from all the cynics in this town. Mostly, I just need a fresh start. I don't want anything left to remind me of the way it used to be. 1 month, 9 days and counting. Fuck you.

-bender