There's always a time in your life when you discover you are going to end up running away from everything. The perspective around you shows an outcome that it is not pretty to look at, you can't feel well at practicly anywhere you are.
Maybe I do am a lot less than I thought, maybe I am not the person I wanted to be, maybe I am even more of a coward than I thought I actually was. Maybe I am just no good enduring everything I've put myself trough.
I don't know where the answer could be. I don't even know what to do now.
I'm just a little scared fucker cornered inside its own massive self destructive world.
Where are you?
