Each day that I spend here, in my room in this small town in New Jersey, feels more wrong than the last. The more I see what small towns do to people the more trapped I feel. I am done trying to fit in, its clearly not gonna happen. One more year, that’s it after that I’m gone out to the west coast, where I belong. For 3 years I let things and people hold me back and keep me static, but no more, no one else is going to dictate the direction my life is taking.