InsaneJournal

Once again a certain dark cloud has rolled over Tegesta and started to storm, causing severe damage as always. This time, it hit very close to home, basically breaking the already weak foundation that'd I've worked to build and keep in tact. I find myself lost, and tired of these storms. Too many times I've dodged them, but this time I was caught right in its eye. As a result feel the need to escape, to run for higher ground inland where I the winds wont blow and the lightening can't strike.

That's why I've decided to leave Monday afternoon. I maybe leaving the pieces behind, but I can't stay here and fight something that's much stronger than me. It'll only leave me broken, digging my fingers into the dirt in a failed attempt to pick myself back up again. Until the storm passes, and the debris has been picked up, or until I'm forced to come back for the end of the school year and finals. The decision was sudden, and may not be the best, but as of now, i see no other option. Call it running away, call it cowardly, call it what you must, but can not sit through another storm like this.

This has been an uphill battle for a while now, and without him by my side, fighting along side of me, there's no battle to be won. I've been lied to, manipulated, my words twisted and spun into a spider web of complete and utter bullshit, by the very person he claims to love and trust the most. Never in my life have I felt more set up, and for what? Because someone was bored, and enjoys messing up the lives of other people? Seriously? Since when did I sign up to star in a warped version of Cruel Intentions, or Gossip Girl? I refuse to take part in it.

Time away from this place will hopefully do me well, maybe clear my head and make him realize what he has. In the famous lyrics by Joni Mitchelle, "don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone."

Hurricane Lusianna has struck again.

She is born at sea as a speck
And starts her westward trek
Unhurriedly beginning his life
Unknowing he will cause strife
Gradually growing to become strong
Arriving where she does not belong
Along the way, he gets a name
With the possibility of fame
Wind and rain bring out the fear
Destruction to what we hold dear
Anticipation causes the strain
strikes the wrath of the hurricane.