Notes to Cindy: The Archives

A Saturday... a day that used to mean no school, relaxing, taking time to go outside, watch television, indulge my imagination with pen and paper.... Today, I sit here, bored, lonely, trapped, in lack of nicotiine or the motivation to function. I've been here for seven days and I've yet to leave this house. I'm mustering the patience to wait until I can go to the library. I'm thinking about walking to Kenny's and asking for a ride into town. That should, in theory, cut my travel time by a fourth, or possibly even a third. When I get back, I plan on getting together with Anthony, Nick, and Khriss, to discuss putting this job thing on full power, as well as Tamara, of course. I actually plan on calling her from either Kenny's, Nick's, or Khriss's, phone. I came here to see if it was the right move. It wasn't. I was impatient, frustrated, depressed, and afraid; therefore, I ran from my problems, like I'm so prone to doing. All I know is that I need to get out of here before the door closes on my former path, which will be right around the corner... within the next few weeks. "GET OUT!!!"

K... I've finally had enough of Baylee's gossiping, rumor encouraging, condenscending, drama-queen, mouth. Fuck that bitch. I can't associate myself with her any longer. She is nether sister, nor friend, nor casual acquaintance to me. The sooner I get out of here, the fucken better. I'm leaving tomorrow. I will find my way home. I know I will. I will find her again. the earlier I leave, the better, so that I can make some ground before nightfall. My stuff is already packed. The first chance I get after dawn will be my oppertune moment, and I must take it fully prepared and without hesitation.