No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch.nYou can still sleep 'til it's dark outside.nYou can still just hang around.nYou can still not make new friends.nYou can ignore the ones you have.nYou can always ostracize yourself.nYou can forget how to laugh.nnProblems are all I create.nI live in four month mistakes.nnSo can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?nnUpon my last trip back there I remembered why I left.nAll their flakiness, my shakiness, the friends I've never met.nBut I didn't feel relief.nIn fact I just felt more regret.nWith a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness.nnAnd in four months when it finally gets warmer,nI'll have already planned more disorder.nWhen I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place,nI'll be on my next mistake.nnAnother boring story, another problem self-imposed.nSo can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?nBlah blah blah problems self-imposed blah blah blah.