Life’s overrated so let’s just leave. I don’t know how or why or where or who or what. But I know we have to now. Because this world is selfish, superficial, and false. There’s only one good season, and that’s not enough anymore. It’s not okay with me to glide through the other three. Numb. I’ve chosed. Because living is for the brace. And brave is not wearing the most daring pair of jeans. Brave is waking up knowing the cruel world won’t make any exceptions for anyone. Brave is waking up. But what do you do when you don’t know how to be brave anymore?