That will be the year that I leave my life and start a new one.
I’ve exhausted this old, dead, ghost city.
I am an adult and I refuse to survive this stale existance. I refuse to be haunted, to ever go on the same series of events.
Even if this message gones into the oblivion of the internet it will be my witness that I am escaping.
A special thanks to every man who walked out on me; I never would have gotten where I am with you in my life.
Oh, you’re not interested in hanging out again? Don’t worry, I didn’t really want to pretend to like your shitty indie band anyway.
Its great because I can sit in my house and listen to jazz while the breeze sweeps my face and not worry about what he is doing or how he is doing or what I should be doing for or with him. There’s not guilt.
I won’t have to text him while in NYC to give him a play by play.
I’m not responsible for the hassle of spending enough time with him.
If I’m having a bad day its not because of some situarion he is in that I have no contol over.
Not having to check in on each other.
Not dealing with the utter anxiety of meeting his family and friends.
I see my friends constantly without the worry that he is being neglected.
Its a good season to be free of heavy strings.
"...because in the end it's just a lot of people wasting time on trying to express who they want to be, while in reality they're doing nothing."