As soon as I can afford to do so, I want to get away from here.
Away from my girlfriend, from all of the communication breakdowns, from what little (mediocre) sex we have, from what seems like constantly having to walk on eggshells with her.
Away from my parents, from the fights with my dad almost every time I visit, from the pain that my mom feels in her legs every day, from the home that was broken before I was even born.
Away from my hometown, from everyone who has known me for most of my life, from the memories of daily torment at school, while working at the store, and beyond.
I need to find somewhere new. I need to find a place where nobody knows me, my baggage, or my bad habits. A place where I can start fresh. A place where I can try to put the past 35 years behind me.
If only the unknown wasn’t so scary.