Hey Dad.
Saturday, May 30, 2009, 4:49 PM
Hey, here's a sixty-four thousand dollar question for you: If I told you I am leaving, will you let me drive away, instead of chasing all your dreams?

I never want these moments to lose their clarity. I want them to stay so sharp that I would cut my fingers when I touch them. Hell, I'm not letting go of this pain. I want them to remind me of who you really were.

Hell yea, I want to be anywhere but here. I want to be someone else, in another unfamiliar city. Anywhere is better than here, bound by blood and gratitude. Anywhere is better than here, smothering in your love.

The biggest mistake in your life was giving life to me. You should have used a condom. What we are now is just a perfect example of the importance of safe sex.

As I wake up every morning, this pain, it feels like a headache, and all the words inside my head won't come through. These words that tumble out of my mouth; they string into nonsensical sentences. Those words that are trying to give me life, they don't make sense.

Someone, take me to somewhere safe, where their lies and the lights won't find us.