Better the devil you know?
‘There’s a crack in the door
It’s okay to want more
You’ve been dying for years’
That’s how it feels. Or maybe how I want to feel. That it’s okay to want more.
I have more or less decided that I will move to the town where D lives. It’s far away from where I live now, and it’s far away from my family here. I think that my mom wasn’t very happy about me moving. But I need to get away and really try my wings. And also live closer to D of course.
But I feel guilty for wanting that. For hurting them (my parents), but I can’t stay here any longer, it almost feels like I can’t breathe here. And I feel ashamed that I feel that, because I ‘shouldn’t’.
You know what you have but not what you will get, (translated from Swedish, so if it sounds funny..). The thing is that I don’t know what life will be like in D’s town. But on the other hand, I know what life is like here, and it almost feels like I don’t have a choice in the matter. I have to move Somewhere. But I still feel guilt ridden. =/
//Syntium
