Suddenly, I find myself feeling crushed under the weight of a strong and compelling desire to just pack a few bags of clothes and necessities and just leave.
Seattle, LA, North Carolina. I don't care where I go, as long as I go. And I want to badly to go alone. I want to experience the comforting silence of absent voices and low rumble of my tires on the pavement.
I don't want a plan. I want to figure it all out as I go. I want to stop at cute little roadside diners and eat pancakes for dinner.
I need air. This confined feeling is deafening.
It's always something. School, his job, an empty bank account. It keeps me stuck in this awful routine. I just want to go, go, go.
No next step. No confines. Just whatever I dream up next.
Run for the sake of running.
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