I feel I have a rope tied around me trying to pull me back to the past while I attempt to tread violently into the future.
Because for once I like where I am.
Maybe not mentally, but physically.
I like my friends.
I like the school.
And I'm grateful for all that I have.
I don't wanna go back, but the rope keeps fighting me.
Thus trapping me in the present.
Or something.
I guess I don't really know where I am or where I'll go, huh.
I'm caught in a battle of tug of war.
Where I am the prize and two times want me.
