Death by Expectation: Escape

Death by Expectations

Not my pic, it just reminds me of where I want to be Not my pic, it just reminds me of where I want to be

Do you ever just want to walk away?

Pick a direction and go there?

To leisurely stroll away from your life and the weight of their expectations

No more “Mom where is this? Or that?”

No more “Child of mine, here are the rules of the burden you pay back for the birthing”

No more “I love you, conditionally. You know when it suits me to remember.”

No more clueless onlookers, trying to pantomime your life without the backdrop of your experience

No more helpful hints on how to become the type of fucked up that is acceptable

‘Cause you know, acceptably shallow, disrespectful, but boisterous is a goal now a days

Do you ever just want to say “Screw this.’

Pick your direction and go there?

The South west looks good from my window

The little…

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