I just haven't found it yet.
I tried. Maybe it wasn't at the right time, maybe not the right people, maybe not the right place. whatever it is, I tried. But there's no way you can make a bird swim and a fish fly so let's just leave it as this. What's meant to be will always find its way, right? 21 more days, I'll be gone. I'll take a break, I'll be away, I'll be out of here for good. Nothing to be left behind, severing necessary ties and bye. I don't care anymore that nobody cares because who cares at the end the day? I've got those I need and that's enough. The world isn't something I can contain so why try too hard? I don't care anymore if people ever talk about it because this is me and my life. I'm sorry I live that way. No traces left, nowhere to be found. I need a place where nobody knows me. I'm going home.
