Not disappointment.
Sadness.
Overwhelming indecision.
I need something to plan.
Something to look forward to.
More proof that my plans never work out.
I need to runaway again.
Just for a little while.
Just to remind myself I'm not stuck here forever, going through the same routine everyday with nothing to expect, but repetition.
I can't do it.
I'll go crazier than I am.
And nobody can handle me crazier than this.
Especially not myself.
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