I am going to move away as soon as I have the chance.
I will get an apartment somewhere in a place where I know no one, and no one knows me.
I just want to lose all of this shit.
It doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

I'm loving this life I lead.
It's rushed every day, five to two.
And this sleepless feeling turns into energy.
There's nothing new in my life.
Nothing that needed to be fixing.

But everything just feels right.
I'm still not doing anything with my life.
No job, no love, no pressure, nothing to call my own.

And I'm loving every minute of this.

Why?

P.S. I'm ready to get rid of last years insecurities.

According to that, my future isn't going to be so good.

I ended up watching Quadrophenia, again.
I love that movie so much.