On impulse it seems, ive been lying to my parents since i was able to leave my house for a walk.
i just hate telling them everything, which is what all folks expect. right?
i love walking for long hours at a time so soak in everything about this city because new york is just that extraordinary everyone should one day just take a walk and understand where the fuck they are. but it started as a getaway from my family. actually it still is. My fading school knowledge tells me its my coping mechanism. Im running away. from what though?
i fuckkkkking hate websites that allow advertisements to block whatever Im reading or about to click on
ok so i just walk off for indefinite amounts of time because i know how to find the subway. i lllove the subway to death but you know how many gigantic rats are down there? the trademark for newyorkers is fear of meeting those little fuckers. what do you think the animal lovers think of those rats? i say they dont care just fuck them all.
on my walks im usually deep in thought if im not looking at my settings, i feel like i can generate vivid ingenious ideas but i forget most after i blink. As of late, ive been listenin to
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