Run run run run away, it's all I keep thinking. I want to go someplace small. I want to hide in the wind. I am tired of always growing up. I want to grow down now.
It is hard trying to do a good job. For once I want to try and do a bad job. I am ready to give up on my perfectionist ways and just be broken for a while. The good girl inside of me won't give up. I do what I'm supposed to. If I didn't I'm not sure what would happen. My world might implode. I can feel myself floating around like a Santa figurine in a snow globe, listless and unmoving, and it feels right somehow. I am ready for the world to take me. I am sick of being responsible for the world. God, I sound like high school. Maybe I am already growing down.
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