Dear Journal:

This may be my last entry for quite a while. I'm planning on going on a trip. I don't know where I'll be going, hopefully I will know soon. It seems that I can no longer live in Royal Oak. Or Michigan for that matter. There seems to be quite a shit load of problems. And I'm done messing with problems. It's time to get out and start over all over again. They'll never know. I can cover my tracks quite well thank you very much. Instead of using my credit card, I'll use cash and what not. It won't be that hard. I can make it on my own. I just need to leave! I cannot stand living like this any more. People yelling at you. Not allowing you to live like normal American's. That's not healthy and I no longer need to put up with any of it! I just am on the verge of a break down. And I don't know what I'll do if I do break down. Who knows? Potassium Chloride over-dose? Yes, that sounds quite sophisticated to me. Mix it with 15 Vallium's. A nice, deep sleep that I will never have to wake to ever again. It's a sad thing that someone has to think of things like this, but it's something that society has done to me. They have broken me. For I no longer can survive living a lie, a facade.

I'm done. I bid you adieu. Maybe there'll be libraries along the way that I'll be able to stop into and update you on the presence of my self.

I will not shed a tear for I am not like them. I shant tremor in the light of them. I will prevail, because I am Me.

Sincerely,

Dustin T. McCauley, 16