It was just a thought.

I should be happy. Everything good has happened today. I should be happy. But I'm not. I'm not. And try as I may, I can't seem to get happy. I'm just too far gone. Gone to wherever souls go to make you feel this way. I don't know. Wherever souls go. I just want to run very fast. Very far. And when I can't run any further, I just want to fling myself down and cry. And cry. And just lay there forever. Never run back. Just lay there and live the rest of my life out wherever I'm laying. I want some drugs. Something strong. That will take me out of my body for a while. Or forever. Yes. Forever. I just want to be taken out of my body. Forever.