Sometimes, it scares me how badly I just want to drop everything and leave. Like I could just walk out one day with a one way ticket. No money, no responsibilities, no goodbyes.
Maybe I’m too sick of the people, meeting, if not doubles, multiples of them. They’re all the same fillings but in different cases.
I’m sick of living up to something I have not voluntarily plant myself into. No, i’m not somebody’s daughter or someone’s friend, I have a name – use it.
Maybe a little bit choked up on how people treat people. It’s an old cycle of rumor, gossip and drama. This is not Hollywood, people.
Maybe a quite bit of adventure would be nice. Getting lost in the city, meeting locals, drinking a glass of a native beer and having a great time. Is that really too much to ask for?
It’s scary how, without a doubt, I want to get away and start over. And I guess, when that time comes and if I ever get too far, I wouldn’t even care what’s left.