Two people that I once thought I was very good friends with continue to push me away at all costs. There's no reason for me to be sitting on this stained couch, in this obnoxious apartment, in this trashy town, in this barren corner of the state. There's nothing keeping me here, and the only thing worth leaving is the shitty company I keep.

I've never made a conscious effort before to work as much as possible.

But if that's what keeps me away.