January 13, 2002
I want out, I want out, I want out! But I don't, not really. It's just that tonight I'm feeling trapped. Feeling cornered. You can see I'm restless. I've been pacing our place all evening, stopping at the sliding doors to peer out into the darkness. But you know as well as I know, that I don't know what I want out of. And I don't. It's just this overwhelming feeling, a desperate need to flee that crashes through me. And it will pass. It will go away, leaving me content once more. But until it does, I'll keep pacing.