I can’t live in my home town forever. I need to get out, travel and explore the world. I can’t feel like things are tying me down, or else I become bitter, and angry.
Also on this note, I need to travel as much as possible, or else I’ll regret it later in life. I want to see new things, meet new people, and possible change the world. Or at least change my world.
I don’t want to feel tied down to a place. Ever. Not at this stage of my life anyway. I’m sure once I’m married and have kids things will change.
I think best when I’m alone, but the thoughts are always sad.
I love my boyfriend more than anyone in the world, and I hope he knows that. I want to live with him so badly, but I don’t want to feel tied down to a place, and give up the freedom I have to travel and learn while I have it.
I’ll always want to spend a year abroad.
I don’t really want to go to grad school. I feel like I have to.
I get really jealous of what others have. No, not what they have. What they do. I get jealous of their adventures.
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”—John C. Moffi