What what what.
I will run away.
I’m 24. Its getting on.
Its getting to be that time.
I’ve done it once.
I need talk to noone.
My shame to bear.
My selfishness.
The bubbles.
The delay.
The sarcasm.
The denial.
The “stuck”
The house. What would happen.
The waste, the curse.
The hard work, and the change.
Change change change.
I needed a change. I needed it now.

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