i wonder how many miles i've fallen by this time?

I'm preoccupied with running away again. I can't help it; I get anxious when I feel stuck and then I can't stop my brain from fabricating dozens of escape plans. It's quite the burden right now seeing as how I am (was?) determined to graduate from my school. It was a rash decision, that one. I still kick myself in the ass for it. I should have known I would grow bored with California again. It's nothing new but I set myself up with a lovely little trap. I thought that maybe reading a book about someone constantly on the move would help me stop fixating on everywhere else I could be but, in all honesty, I was very wrong. It has only made it worse.

I guess I could have just skipped all that rambling and said I'm bored.

Because I am bored.