This is how it always starts, half-assed plans trying to make it through a half-assed life. It still feels spontaneous as hell to me, and things like that aren't my style. Certainty and reliability are something I like to have around, and with actions like this, there are none. I'm too far in to back out now. I don't want to, but then again, I do. The indecision kills me most of the time if I think on it too long, always taking the safe, explainable route.
But this is finally for me, no explanations needed. I'm getting out, seeing people I've known, people I've never met, seeing things that some people never have the chance to see. I'm getting out, getting away, getting mine.
I'm getting the hell out of Arkansas.
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