Leave

Leave home. Leave familiar. Leave the course you’re on because you never wanted to be there in the first place. Leave him. Leave her. Leave, because they don’t appreciate your love, now do they, really? Leave working for someone else’s dream. Leave the shitty scene. Leave your comfortable couch. Leave convention, respectability, responsibility, obligation. Leave the guilt, sorrow, abuse, violence, rape. Leave it in the past, because fuck them for attempting to ruin your future. Leave apprehension. Leave intimidation. Leave what’s right, because who are they to tell you anyway? Leave Glasgow. Leave New York. Leave Miami. Leave Chicago. And definitely leave L.A. Because there is an adventure. A plane. A bus. A train. School application, job application away. Leave soul-killing jobs. Leave negative people. Leave dead relationships. You are wasting your time. Your life. Your talent. Your love. Your opportunity. And with each passing day, you slowly lose your shine. Your glow. Your spark. Your fight. And your heart. You talk about it all the time. Just fucking leave. And find yourself.” — Christopher Gutierrez