When I walk through that gate to the court, that's my escape. I block out everything, good and bad.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.
Place me behind prison walls - walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground. There is a possibility that in some way or another I may be able to escape. But stand me on that floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No. Never.
I need a form of escape even when I'm working really hard.
It is easier to stay out than get out.
You can't escape from what you are.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
It's been a pattern in my life - when I get in trouble, I try to get out of it, since I was little.
My escape is to just get in a boat and disappear on the water.
I don't ever feel the need to escape.
It's all about work when you reach up, tap in and step on that field. You don't mess around when you go through that gate.