Lost

When things get out of hand and I just seem to have no control over any of it anymore, all i want to do is just go out and take a breather.

Going to this place always seemed like a good idea. Good food, music, games, and company. There's always something to do. But when it turns into some hunting ground and you become the prey then that just sucks.

I never thought of that place negatively before. But now I do.

I know I should not have let it get to me but it did. Maybe I was just too vulnerable these days. And now the one place that gives me an imaginary feeling of peace and solace turned into a battleground worse than Iraq.

Now I really have to get away.