Living or not

Before I go I wanted to say this. So you’ll understand why I chose to go. I lived in a middle class style of life. Learning responsibilities young and trying to fit in whenever it was time to move again. I’m 22 and can easily remember about 25 places I’ve lived. Not counting the dozen others I can’t. So I’ve kinda already lived a travelers life. Knowing when to pick up and move. Knowing where to go the next day. I was born into it. Naturally I can’t be held down. Forced to please another living a domesticated lifestyle. The walls tell me it’s true. The only way to live my life would be the hardest way to ever live a life. Always on the go. Missing the chances of finding a real partner. You see I know understand that letting go is the hardest decision one has to make. Choosing to say goodbye to those we’ve loved or choosing to let them live without a reason. I guess I want my message to get out. Maybe somehow someone will find this and save me in time. Find me before I go to sleep. Leave me in a dream I’ll never wake up to. I will wait. Live out my last days and when it gets to its worse point. This case the end if my money. I will go. Drive off far and never look back. You won’t know if I’m dead or if I’m over looking a cliff in the Grand Canyon.