Broken Words

Running Away

Ok so I do feel like running away. A lot. At least twice a day I feel like walking out the front door and not coming back. I mean I would come back. Eventually. Not for a while though. Just long enough so that people would forget I left but still remember me. Only the people that mattered anyway. I wouldn't care if the people I hated forgot about me. Maybe then I could forget about them and we would just forget all the hatred. Although it is kind of fun to torment them. In my mind.
In real life it's more like the other way around. They torment me and I sit there and take it. At this point I don't even feel upset anymore. Just numb. It doesn't phase me. Not only are people verbally abusive towards me but also physically. One kid in my class slammed my head against the wall of our class room. I don't even remember why he was so mad. I just remember being terrified to say anything to anyone because he scared me so much. He's so tall.
But so yeah I guess I wouldn't mind running away. The day I get my license will be hell for my family. I will probably drive somewhere and not come back for a week or two. Just live out of my car. That would be nice. Nobody to disturb me. I fucking hate people. They hate me too. I don't understand why though. I hate them because they hate me and are just idiots. I don't understand what I did to be so hated. I don't mess with anyone unless I need to. I just talk to them and they look at me like in some disgusting animal. I look at them right back. I look at them like the scum bags they are. But hey. It works for me. It's gotten me this far. What else could go wrong at this point.