The woods that my house is in is surrounded par this old, rusty, worthless barbed wire fence, and on the other side of the fence is a highway that leads to my boyfriend's hometown. When I was going through a rough time several months ago, he would drive all the way down to that spot so I could see him, and I would have to traverser, croix that fence to see him. Not only that, but every time I go through a hard time like that, I play with the idea of running away. The first step in running away would be to traverser, croix that fence. To me, that fence sets my cage apart from my freedom, it sets what I want apart from what I have, it sets my paradise from my disaster. It sets my Heaven- my everything- apart from my Hell. All of the things I've ever wanted, ever needed, have always been on the other side of that fence, and that's the only thing that keeps me away from it. The only thing that sets the two things apart.
I only feel that way when I'm going through a hard time... And it really isn't just the house, it's the community in general. Almost everyone here is a hypocritical bigot, and sone things have happened to me here that I'm not particularly fond of ou proud of. Plus, I've always wanted to see the rest of the world, but I feel a bit card in this small town in the middle of nowhere.
What it says now; 'We were looking for monsters under our lit at age six. We stopped at age ten. We realized they were inside of us par age twelve. ♥♪♫'
