and i'm sick of this scene, i need to break from routine

[anneurysm]

two roads split off from here, and my life goes running in
opposite directions. exaggerating the barrier between who i
am, and who i want to be. i wanted to be that breath of fresh
air when everything smelled so insincere. but this taste still
lingers in my mouth, deceit has ways of sticking around, and i'm
ready to disappear. vacation seems far, seems far from here.