Open Space Escape

There is no escape. Try as I might, I am stuck here forever. In this place where I am always trying to get somewhere but never do. It's like that dream you have, where you are going down a long hallway, or through a series of doors. You are going somewhere, and it is really important that you get there as soon as possible. But it just stretches out forever and you end up just walking in place until you wake up. But you get more and more panicky until you are frantic about getting to where you're going so it really just messes things up for you.

But this is real life. I can't wake up from this one. Sometimes I wonder if all the moving around has accomplished anything for me. I like to believe I'm 'getting somewhere', but am I really that far ahead of where I was 10 years ago? Let's see...I'm still living in a place I rent, and I have to live with other people because I can't afford to live on my own. I still have to borrow money from my parents from time to time (they love that, by the way). I still have a crappy, thankless, dead-end, no money job. I'm still in school. I'm still single. (As in completely, not even any prospects, never been in a serious relationship EVER single) I'm still so weird that no one wants to be alone with me for more than 30 minutes or so. All of my possessions fit into a small room. One thing has changed though--I had a social life 10 years ago. Oh, and I was in shape back then too.

So wow, all this time and so little progress. I guess that explains a lot. It makes me wonder if I should just shoot myself now and get it over with. Give the world a little more space, since I'm not making good use of it. They say they want open space anyway. (course, they'd probably just put up a parking lot anyway)

Maybe this is my distinguishable trait: insignificance. Invisibility.