My mom and I fight. A lot. To this day, we are constantly bickering.
*5 years ago*
"You need to stop eating so many carbs!" The devil herself screams at me.
"And another thing, you will respect me! You do what I say, when I say." She demands. I bite my tongue. Whatever I say will just get me in trouble. Maybe she should actually make an effort! Cheating bitch. I nod and run upstairs. I grab my running shoes and throw on shorts and a sports bra.
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As my the ground meets my feet with each pounding step, the tears meet my cheeks. The beautiful sound of the Arctic Monkeys invades my ears. The music blares. "I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby, snap out of it."
I don't believe in love. Never have, never will. Putting someone else's needs entirely before you're own is against our human nature. Plus when you do love someone, they leave. Love doesn't exist.
What if I just kept running? What if I didn't go home. What if I just went and went until I couldn't go anymore?
Each pounding footstep and heavy breath releases a bit of tension from my shoulders and mind. It helps, but running won't solve all my problems.
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