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.
Pop-pop-pop.
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.
UGH UGH
ZUG ZUG