burn it down

things seem to be finalizing. i knew they would. this leaves me with the same window that was by my bedside in the whatley apartments that night. i can lay there and burn, or i can get my ass out of there. i enjoy living. i can't afford to keep weighing myself down. i have opportunities that are being presented to me, and i want to jump. fuck that bed, that house, the fire.. i'm getting out. i'm scared though. i want to feel at home. i know i won't. not for a while. it's ok though. i'll be fine. i need to live.