30 Days

First of all, I'm changing my writing style. In reality, I'm actually a very straight-edged girl who thoroughly enjoys using punctuation and long, boring words. Writing as if I'm authorizing a chapter also makes me focus a lot more. So, let's make a new one.

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30 days left of my current life.

30 days to cherish the small things I love about this coastal town.

My friends, my parents, my pets. I'll miss them all, but what is life without risk? Leaving the depressing old to make way for the joyful new. I know that may sound cruel and selfish, but trust me, you would do the same thing. It takes a lot of willpower to live my life. I've always imagined myself inside a glass cage. Being forced to view the world from a distance, trapped behind a protective and suffocating barrier for 18 years by my supposed caretakers. No longer will I be controlled. It is terrifying, breaking free. But it is necessary if I ever want to experience freedom. What a beautiful word. What a beautiful world.

30 days, and this will all be a memory. It seems too good to be true. But that's because it probably is. They'll come after me, I know it. They'll interrogate my friends, pick apart remaining clues, riot the community with lies. They've done it all before. No errors this time. This time will be different. It will be permanent. The doors will fall from their hinges, and nothing will stop me from running.

I wonder what's waiting for me out there. I'll find out in 30 days.

cb