I feel trapped. I feel stuck. Everything is just a blur. Day in day out it’s always the same thing. It’s just so boring. I cannot stand the monotony anymore. If I have to spend another day cooped up in this horrid house I think I’m going to go absolutely insane. I know what I want. But I have no means to get it. Or maybe I do? I’m not sure.

Oh but I am without question sure on what I want. I want to go somewhere. Anywhere. Just somewhere with only me and a small gathering of the things critical for my survival. I just want to be me. Independent. Solo. Alone. I crave that sense of adventure. I crave that sense of being alone; the feeling of the trees whistling and insects singing and the avian creatures who so thrive in the deep recesses of a forest to surround me. I want to be consumed by this. I want that feeling of early morning mist on my skin. That feeling of pride when I make it through a night. I just want that sense of freedom, if only for a little while.