I need to get away.

For good.

I have to go somewhere new where nobody knows who I am.

So that I can start over fresh.

I used to think that I could be happy being who I am forever.

But who I am is not who I used to be.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

REALLY stupid things that bug the crap out of me.

More than you probably really wanted to know about my Christmas.

Uncensored, uninhibited word vomit.