I'm happy I have a way out of here. I can run away in a year. And I'll be honest about it, I'll acknowledge what it is. Running. Flying.

From myself (impossible), from you (unthinkable), from every situation I'm in right now that causes me unease/pleasure/edge of my seat excitement (because it's so overwhelming, i'd leave it)

People can ask me "What're you doing after college" all they want. And I'll be one of the few who has an answer. An answer built on some self-doubt and fear.

If I have been told that I am meant for great things my whole life, it's reasonable that there's this weight. My chest can't hold in this heart. I might burst one day. Feeling has become so intense. It always was, making the walls I'm hiding behind necessary. The severity/intensity of it all might paralyze me.

yea, toot that fucking horn.