I guess all I wanted was change. And moving was the perfect chance to start all over.
What I thought I had here was real, it wasn’t. It was my excuse to not accept change, and to have hope that there was something out there that would hold onto me so I wouldn’t leave.
Why does everyone fear change? And that includes me.
What’s there to fear? Because of change something amazing could happen to you, or me, or anyone for that matter.
Moving was my opportunity to experience something new, and reinvent myself. And I let that chance escape, Now I’m locked into here, for god knows how long.
Everything happens for a reason right? I guess I should just make the best out of the next few years until I graduate high school.