Sometimes I wanna move away to like California or Florida or somewhere really warm and just like chill. Figure out who I am. Meet a few people. Go to school. Just leave my life here. I just want something new.Something fucking exciting and fresh. I feel like I’m moving through life and I’m doing the same thing over and over again. Its whats comfortable. I feel like a robot. Then again, picking up and leaving everything behind, all by myself, is more terrifying then jumping off a 100 story building. I don’t know why I’ve been so much in my own head lately. Maybe its just the weather. Or maybe its not.
I just want some head in a comfortable bed it could all be so simple*