You know, in a town like Jacksonville, everything is identical. I attend the same places, I do the same things. Every solitary instant is precisely similar to the other. I wake up every single morning, go to the same shit school, and gather the same insignificant information about the same things. Then the weekend rolls around. As a ordinary human, I’m expected to be enthusiastic about this. However I’m not. Because I know nothing will be different. At this point, Jacksonville merely nauseates me. I’m sick of never altering my routine. I refuse to go to a city like Tallahassee or Gainesville for college, where the repetitive routine will be just like Jacksonville’s. I want to go to a new city. A big city bustling with new people, new places. I just want to get out of here.