Just make it stop, man...

I had the afternoon class canceled and decided to come to Kolory with the laptop.
I've been tired, you know?
Walking in this hot sun might be helping me lose weight, but I'm abolutely exhausted.
I miss my friends. I wanted to hang out with them again but I don't see that happening any time soon.
I want out. Again.

"The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
and smiling cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car"

Have you ever felt like telling everybody to fuck off? Just like that, out of the blue and screaming your lungs out? I don't think I can keep doing this, it's making me crazy. Everybody has black spots in their past, but I think I've gone too far. I'm afraid to talk to people. Just wanna be left alone. But they keep asking me questions and I don't know what to say anymore. Literally. I just stare.
I wish I could travel to the furthest place possible; out of sight, out of mind.