Getting out of here.

I can't stand it anymore, I need to get away from here...

All the memories, I need a distraction...

UGH! I feel like Bella in New Moon.

I will NOT succumb to being Bella.

I need a road trip.

I need you to take me.

Take me.

Take me FAR.

I don't who "you" are.

But I need you.

Maybe I'm running away from all the memories. But it's better than sitting around remembering the memories, like Bella.

I need to get over it.

Over you.

With you.

Somehow it will be done.