Times

I don't remember the old me. The girl who would talk to people. The girl who knew what she wanted. The girl who was happy. In fact, I don't think she ever existed at all. I don't know where my life is heading. I'm stuck. I know what I want, but I have no idea how to get there. Whenever I actually do try and tell people what I want, they shut it down. Like it's impossible. I dream too much. I'll probably be stuck in this town forever, which is one of my many worries. All I ever do is worry anymore. I just want to leave, to get away. To be free, to be me.