It seems like every time things go well for too long I get stir crazy. It makes me just want to pick up and run. He doesn't seem to understand my need to get the fuck out of here some day, the need not to live and die in my hometown. I want to see the world and everything in it. Last night I said lets go somewhere exotic. I told him he should get a passport, after all mine is just so empty. He said what for as if there really was even a question.

I know if it had been you I had ask you would have simply said where to with bags in hand.

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