arc mer | d4 cb

I've just been scattered recently. 

A little bit here, a little bit there. Maybe I'm just ready to move, but every time I start thinkin' too much about it I just talk myself out of it again. I can't put my finger on it but there's just something I'm not happy with in life, like I can't help but feel my life got fucked over before I had a chance. 

But don't get me wrong, in some ways it's great. Ever since I gave up I just started doing what I like -- what comes easy. What makes me happy, you know? I've got a dog, and a guitar, and I know a few good spots to hide out from people. Allison stopped looking for me; she probably got tired of finding me. 

I got tired of being found pretty quick. 

After 18, I think I just get to exist, right? No longer a minor, no longer someone's kid to worry about. They don't say anything but I know my grandparents are tired of me coming over to their house to sleep -- Uncle Alabastard is a dick head, I can tell you I'm not doing that. My grandpa's already said he's not keeping me forever, so I guess I should start planning what district I'll leave to after this. 

'Cause fuck Four!