Leave.

Some days I believe.

But most days, I just want to leave.

I think about leaving all the time.

No, I'm not talking about relationships.

I think about leaving the house, leaving school and ultimately, leaving the country. When I run, I feel like i'm leaving time behind. When I tell K that I want to leave, time and time again, I realise that what I'm actually doing is testing his limits. And testing mine. I'm not sure if I can leave people behind, especially K.

To leave, seems like the most liberating thing anyone can do. It's the physical evidence, depicting the process of moving on, or out. So sometimes, in the middle of a crowded room or even in the middle of saying something... I get this strong urge to just get up and leave. And I do. I feel better the moment i get up and leave one room for another.

The biggest flaw in this system lies in the fact that I don't know where to go next once I leave. Maybe I shouldn't be thinking about just leaving. I should be leaving with a direction.

Scrap that, we shouldn't leave when it gets tough. This is life. Instead of leaving it, imma start living it.