For Someone Else.

I have a plan that appeals far to much to the non compis mentis side of me. I could leave myself for someone else. It's like, in a month and a half, I'll be eighteen, legally an adult. And I wonder if that means that I'm allowed to just jump on the next plane out of here. Go somewhere else, start somewhere new. I feel like I felt when I was thirteen and didn't want to come with strings attached. I never liked that girl. She made me sad.