You don’t understand. I want to be out there. I want to experience life. The ups and downs. The good and bad. I want the fucking experience. I don’t want this mundane boring routine. I don’t want to exist, I want to live. I want to travel and learn a new language. I want to see different cultures. I want to have conversations at 3am and not care that I have to get up early the next day. I want more. I need to get out.

UGH!!!! I just want to be on a rooftop in NYC just sitting and listening to music while watching everyone live their lives. I want to be still in a place where there is no stillness. I want to be somewhere, anywhere but here. Just for one night I want to go. And I’ll be back by morning and no one will even know I was gone but ahhhh!!! Just let me be happy in a moment.