I wanna run away.

I want to leave. Run. As far away as my feet could take me. But when I think about leaving everything behind, I begin to question myself - is it what I really want? I don't want to leave anything. I wish I could take 'em all and start a new life. In a new place. In a new environment. I love challenge. I love new things. I love starts but I hate endings. So I guess I'm stuck.