I am still just a rat in a cage.

No growth. No progression. No change.

I can't go to college without a car. I can't get a car without money. I can't get any money without a job (just laid off due to lack of work/economy/whatever). I can't get a job in this fucking desert, because it feels as though there is NOTHING. I hate this place.

I feel so crippled, like I'm incapable of expressing myself creatively. Or that I'm not good enough. Or that I've reached a level I can't pass. Or maybe I don't have the right tools. Or the right enviroment.

If I could escape I would. I would run away. Forget everyone. Start over. I could fix everything.

But despite all of my rage, I am still just a rat. Stuck in a cage.

-- And there are trapdoors That you can't come back from