grass is greener

Do you ever have moments where you don’t like your life?
Or moments you don’t like who you’ve become?
I just want out.
I don’t want a husband.
I don’t want kids.
I want to work in a pub outside of London and smoke cigarettes.
I want to wear a faded vintage t-shirt, sequin skirt, and boots.
Alone.

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