Thursday, March 10, 2011


It's past 1:00 in the morning.
Had to pull over at and take a break. God, my eyes are aching, but I don't want to sleep. I'm scared of what I'll find in my dreams.
There aren't any trees around here; I made sure of that. It's just an empty rest stop with awful wi-fi, broken vending machines, and a streetlamp that keeps flickering.
Mom's sleeping in the back seat. So tired...
I'm typing just to keep myself awake. Scared to check into hotels, don't want to leave any kind of paper or money trail. Don't remember the last time I actually slept properly.
...I'm going to keep moving, find a place with people. This rest stop is really creepy.
I hope there's a gas station somohgodwhatwasthatsomethingjustmovedoutsi

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