As it rained outside and I looked at my desktop, I couldn't stop but think what was going on in my life. Everything was perfect. Well, almost. I had finally graduated (officially), I was going to complete a year at my first job without hating it, I had a fiance, whom I loved immensely. So why was I feeling so tired, depressed and wanted a break from everything in my life? Why did I feel like I had been captured by life and needed to break free? Why wasn't I happy and content with what I had?
A part in my heart wanted to pack my bags and catch the first bus to anywhere but here. I didn't care about the money, I didn't care about informing anyone. Or not even packing my bags, just going somewhere, out of this hellhole, what people called life. I had changed in the past months, turning over to a new leaf and leaving everything that had always held me down. All the bad habits, the bad people, everything was now out of my life for good.
However, I did need a break. There were a million things going on in my mind and I had no peace left to deal with them. What I wanted was peace. Yes, peace was what I was looking for and I couldn't get it in my tiny, messed up cubicle! I needed time to think over things that were now new for me but good as well. I didn't want to change anything in my life, yet I was dying for a break from everything.
