I keep waiting to wake up one day and feel different . But I never do . It’s the same routine over and over; the same classes, the same parties, the same people . I feel like I should be running away from this city as fast as I can and never looking back . But as mature as I think I am, I’m still just a kid .
So I keep my head down, get through the day, & go to bed dreaming I was somewhere else .
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nickkdidzun said:
I get this. I once had the same problem. Then I finally did run. I went to Thailand and lived there and had the time of my life…
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