• Looking Ahead

    by  • March 6, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Moving On • 0 Comments

    Dear Mum, Dad, and family,

    I love you. This is not for you.

    Dear friends from church,
    Dear co-workers,
    Dear Mason,
    Dear everyone else in this tiny little town,

    I love you all so much, as people. I hate the thought of being away from my family, but I can’t stand you anymore. I’m sorry. You’re all just so, I don’t know, stuck in your ways, to a point of where if you knew me, if you really knew ME, and what I’ve done in the past, what’s happened to me, and what I am capable of, you would shut me out. So before that happens, I hope to get out of here. Get out of this dinky, tiny town where everyone knows everyone else and their business.

    It’s not really your fault, it’s just the way you are. Who you are. I can’t stand it anymore. I feel like I am about to spontaneously combust. And, hopefully, I’ve finally found someone who will get me out of here. But, in the possibility that he does not, I plan to get out anyways.

    I will not be stuck here much longer.
    I can’t do it.

    The quiet girl who talks to much and grew up looking for ways to silently challenge everything around her, while fooling everyone into thinking she was alright.

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