It’s all just a vicious cycle
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
I really want to tell you how I feel but…
I’m scared that I already know the answer. So I guess I don’t really see the point.
