I am running away

It's not a must, it's not a maybe, it's not a wish, it's not a possibility

It's just that

I am, again

Becase everytime I run away I get to reinvent myself, I get to be real, I get to not pretend for a while, I get to be me, my crazy, geeky, me

I know it's my fault, I do it automatically

But to be fair, I like who I am here more than who I am in Cartagena (I think it has something to do with the amount of pretending I do there, not family related (huge shock, right?))

Maybe the third time is the charm =/