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I wish I had the ability to just up and move to somewhere else. I've got things holding me here, school being the most important or pressing, but if that weren't in the way, I'd be in Madrid in a heartbeat. Or NYC. Or London. I really want to achieve my goal of being a flight attendant someday. I think that would be sucha kickass job. I know that I wanna go places, and I want to see things. I just want to do it now, and I've already stuck myself with responsibility so as to prevent myself from going there and reaching my goals.
Maybe it's been because of how awful school has been this semester, maybe it's because of my dad's health, maybe it's been because of my failed relationships, friends or other wise... whatever, maybe all of these combined, but I just have the feeling like I need to escape and start over. Fresh start, reinvent myself somewhere else, somewhere people will think I'm funny, or clever, or beautiful. Maybe I've become too jaded with California.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. That's all I can seem to say these days.
Maybe it's been because of how awful school has been this semester, maybe it's because of my dad's health, maybe it's been because of my failed relationships, friends or other wise... whatever, maybe all of these combined, but I just have the feeling like I need to escape and start over. Fresh start, reinvent myself somewhere else, somewhere people will think I'm funny, or clever, or beautiful. Maybe I've become too jaded with California.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. That's all I can seem to say these days.