One day, I hope.

a what if writing of mine.

Next time I get the chance to leave, I’ll take it.

I’ll quit smoking, skip town,
and marry a nice man.

I won’t think the world would be better without me—
I won’t think about taking the life I was given.

Instead, I’ll shape into something beautiful and unique.

Life should be loved, not survived—
we should live it free, not at war with our own minds.

One day, I hope
I find that freedom.

—stuckintheend