i just want to run away from everything.

i want to be protected and sheltered, but i want to be free.

i want to be boundless, yet i want to be confined.

i hate everything. i love everything.

i hate cement, but i hate mud too.

i hate organization, but i hate disorder.

i hate being extreme, but i hate being neutral.

i hate being rushed, but i hate too much calm.

i want to sleep, but i want to be awake.

i want to experience, but i want to hide.

i want to live outside, yet i want my warm, comforting bed.

i want to choose, but there is no answer.