No Place Like Home

I hate where I live.

I hate my house.
I hate the town it's in.
I hate the area and I hate the people.

But for a number of social and economic reasons, I am stuck here, with no way out.

I spend a large part of each day devising possible escape strategies, and rethinking old strategies. And my doctors spend their time coming up with new medications to try and rid me of 'obsessional thinking.' When in actual fact coming up with a get-out plan would be the sanest thing I could do.

I start new meds next week. Hopefully these will give me the energy to come up with some mind blowing scheme that can't fail.
...
Or not.
I'll settle for just not being catatonic, thanks.