My hair is blonde again by the waay

I think some people crave conflict to the point where they build it in their heads, I fear i am one of those people. I go to Victoria on Friday. I don't know when i will return, I might never return, The forest might swallow me whole and break my bones and i might let it. Im starving for some purpose. Im getting really good at shot gunning beers. Im not complicated, just indecisive. I don't want to be a teacher, or a wife, Just a drifter.