I decided today something. I’m not going to be afraid of the future anymore. I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do. I want to move to the west coast and start a new life. Try and be happy. Far away. I had a big fight with my bf today I stormed away and went to Central Park and realized what I wanted. I realized sitting there I wanted new, needed it. Realized how much I love the city, but it’s so attached to so many ideas and memories. It’ll be hard and maybe I won’t ever leave, but I have to try.