Moving.

My lease is up, and i'm slowly packing.
I have this overwhelming urge to just run away from everything.
I want to go to the mountains or live in a tree and just get away from everything that I have. I just want to escape.

I want to breathe fresh air. I want to be able to sit and think, by myself. I want to live alone, but I can't.

I want to just be alone, dependent on myself and no one else.

I want to be me. I want to figure out who I've grown into and who I am.

I need to figure this out before I go crazy. I just want to be happy.

By myself. Out in the wilderness. Out there exploring.

I want to run away.