Sometimes I really want to quit my jobs,
erase all the numbers from my phone,
pack some clothes,
stuff all my savings in my pockets,
grab my camera,
and just
go.
Sometimes I fill half my suitcase.
Sometimes I take all the money out of my account.
Sometimes I wait till the last minute to decide I'm going to work.
Sometimes I leave out of the house, walk halfway down the street without looking back.
I can only ever make it halfway.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Sometimes I really want to quit my jobs,
erase all the numbers from my phone,
pack some clothes,
stuff all my savings in my pockets,
grab my camera,
and just
go.
Sometimes I fill half my suitcase.
Sometimes I take all the money out of my account.
Sometimes I wait till the last minute to decide I'm going to work.
Sometimes I leave out of the house, walk halfway down the street without looking back.
I can only ever make it halfway.
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