Lavinia.

I want to cut my hair and dye it a dark purple. I wish I could run away, and sit on the beach, at 3 a.m., listening to the ripple of the water. I wish I could escape. Where would I go? I wanted to move to England a few months ago. I want to escape from everything now, and start over. Would it even matter if I were gone? Everything is so fragmented. What's the point? This is not an emo blog, this is life. My life, the way it's been for five years. I need the pills to make me smile, how sad is that? I need to escape from this all. I need a way out. Not from life, suicidal thoughts are long gone. I'm better in some respects. I just need out of this way of life. I work hard, but for what? What's the purpose?

the tide that left and never came back is on my mind tonight.

;

Years pass and people change. The bluest skies can turn to grey.

And though it's going to hurt for now,

every ship must sail away.