i gotta get out of here.
on the for reals.
i cant stand the lookin over my shoulder, watching what i say, how i look, how i act.
it's just getting old, like me.
i'm getting too old for this.
i hold no grudges.
i'm not mad at anyone.
i feel their pain, no doubt. but i'm tryna build for myself now.
i'm beyond this, i swear.
i wanna be in a different city.
it used to be new york but now i'm not sure if i really care where.
i just like... wanna start my adulthood all over again.
i feel like i've wasted some of it. and the wasting continues as i sit relatively stagnant.
i just feel...
restricted.
i dunno.
this life i'm living is old.
i'm happy with some of it, but the central parts... the stuff i'm dealing with everyday.
it's just really old.