music is my crack

Music is my crack. It heals wounds and soothes the soul. It can speak for you when you can not. It can also cut like knives and causes deep rips in the heart. My heart hurts. The pain is really consuming. My chest actually aches...physically has pain in it. Makes it hard for my head to communicate with it. Part of me really wants to go back home. Home to Kent, back to the trailer park, back to my mom. While the other part wants to go far...far away. Away from everyone I know. To be alone. Alone with myself....go to Portland, San Fran, Vancouver or all the way to Europe. Guh my heart is in my fucking throat and I've been crying way to much now to be even the slightest bit poetic. MOTHERFUCKER! Guh...bed time