Cramped. Closed in. Confined. Stuck. Those are the words that come to mind when I think of living in my small city for the rest of my life. I’m the kind of person who needs to branch out, or I’ll grow to bend around something familiar and eventually whither away. Dead.I need to escape, I need to be free. I want to see more than just the same roads and the same cookie cutter buildings. I want adventure. I crave it. It’s a basic necessity to me. As basic as oxygen. As necessary as food and water. I need it.
So why am I still here? Why don’t I go and travel the world? Why don’t I feel alive? I don’t know. Something is holding me here so tightly I’m afraid to break it. But I desperately want to.
How can I do anything. I’m just a teen. A kid. I have no real power over myself. Isn’t that always the case. Being powerless. Probably.
All I know is that I want more from the world. More than I can get it if I stay.