I wish I could just make my parents’ car and drive into the night. Where would I go depends how I set the GPS……
I know that running doesn’t solve problems, that running wouldn’t solve my problems….but it’s all I want to do…is run….
Maybe it’s a good thing that I can’t…..but staying here isn’t doing me any good…
I wish I could just drift off and know that the future will get better….leave until things get better….
Change my name and start over….
I feel like a cursed member of Storybrooke whose life is just not meant to be happy….and that’s not a fun reference I like to make…..
There is no magic in this world…..