One of these days I am going to run away and never come back.
And this is not one of those teenage rebellions. This is me breaking free.
The room that once used to be my safe haven for all my dreams is now a constant reminder of my failures. The people that once made me feel like nothing could go wrong in this world now make me want to end whatever it is that they have left behind for me to scrape out. The roads that once held memories of my happy childhood now collect my shedding tears.The hands that once made me tingle now make my skin crawl. The winds that once used to make me feel alive now terrify me.
The place I once called home is now just a reminder of how utterly fucked up everything and everyone is.
