Music: Running – No Doubt

I need someone who has the song mentioned above, to send me the song mentioned above.

Have I mentioned to you that I hate the weekends. Yes, I hate the weekends. I only like Friday nights because it’s a stupid excuse for me to hang out late or simply be unproductive. Come on, it’s a Friday night! (see?)

I want to move out.

Please don’t seem surprised at this. I’m just feeling really suffocated with where I am right now. I don’t think I can stand living at home anymore. It’s not that I’m abandoning this sacred and important structure they label as family, but I just think I need a break from it. Family entitles you to a lot of responsibilities, guilt and love. Taxing, isn’t it? 

I want to be selfish. 

As far as I can remember, I’ve always been the one who thinks about the consequence following an action. I say carpe diem without really embracing the entirety of it. I’m tired of living for someone else; I’m always doing it. I’m not an individual, I’m not original. I am the person who only thinks of the consequence. Will it please them? I’m a conformist. I jump in and out of skins—ultimately I’m only wearing a skin. 

I want out.