The urge

Sometimes I get the strong urge to just disappear. Grap all my money (which I don’t have) pack a few things, like a notebooks, pens, chocolate, a nice blanket comfy clothes some makeup and my favourite books.  Hide in a little cottage or maybe a abandon castle? Take long walks on the beach and don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone besides me.

Maybe…… that’s just a way to “cope” or to run away from responsibilities and adult life. 

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