Everywhere I am I never feel like I belong, and I’m never truly happy. I feel disconnected from everyone around me, I always have. Someday I’ll just get on up and leave the house, walk down the street, and go wherever I feel like. I could walk throughout the night and day, all the way to Pittsburgh, then Cleveland, and I’d walk and walk and walk further. And I’d never look back, not even for a second. I’ll to leave who I am behind and just be. I wouldn’t have a name or a dollar or a home. But if I left, I know I’d die somewhere, alone. But that’s kinda alright by me, I could die right this very second and I’d be fine with it. We’ll all die someday, you, me, my family, your family, and I’ve come to terms with it. Naturally, I am terrified of death, we all are to some degree no matter what you say. I don’t know anymore.