so i'm getting sick of the bullshit that comes with staying in one place for too long.

so, soon, i'll have some money saved up and i'll be leaving this place.

so, soon, i'll never come back.

so, soon i'll be nothing but that girl you vaguely remember.

so, soon, i'll be nothing but that occational voice on the phone "i'm not dead" it will say.

and hang up.

so, soon, i will stop crawling out of my skin.

so, soon, i will be free of everything that has come before.

so soon, i will be gone.

so soon.

so soon.