There is no such thing as time. Only moments to live by. Time is only a thing that man kind created to feel in control. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••You know that feeling you have in your gut. That feeling like... Your homesick or your not in the right place. Sure you may be home sitting in your room right now, but that doesn't mean your home. Like, your supposed to be somewhere, doing something, making a difference, seeing things, traveling, becoming the next Beethoven, just doing something to feel... Anything but numb. That's what I'm talking about. But hey, I've been running away from "home" all my life. I'm a senior in high school and I'm ready to leave this small ass town of Center Point, Indiana. My parents are abusive assholes and my dad is never there. So what happens to me and my best friend when I tell her I'm leaving? For good this time.All Rights Reserved
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