I can feel myself changing more and moreso every single day. It's like I'm watching myself from a different perspective. Like I'm someone else a few seats away staring at myself, and wondering why I'm doing the things I'm doing. And as I'm pulled adrift into myself once more, I find myself wishing I wasn't growing up soo entirely fast. How I wish I had more time to be young and live life the easy way.
Will I be able to move on to another time and place where the people are completely different? A year from now, where will I be?
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shane_is_rad:
When you go. Take me with you. I could use a brake from world I live in.
uncaringmachine:
I feel the world tugging at me from all sides myself. If it's not loneliness it's longing. If it's not stress it's memories from years ago, wishing things were the way they used to be. And just think, you've just begun!