"Just a few hours and I'll be away from all of this." That is the thought that keeps me going. If it weren't for my parents and friends, I wouldn't have mustered the courage to pursue this trip. They say I needed this as if it is a matter of life and death. They said this is necessary; I needed to be myself again and so I'm here.
I'm double checking my things for the last time while I wait for the cab driver to arrive. I turned to the mirror and checked myself; I never looked better. Everything I'm wearing from head to toe are all new, branded even. Not having the appetite to eat has also done great for my figure; I am in the weight I've been eyeing to be in for the last 2 yrs. I was pale but thank God for make up, I'm covered up pretty well. I even thought of a notion that if you didn't know me, you would have mistaken me for a fashion model or sort of. "This is what happens when you suddenly "inherit" a huge sum of money." I chuckled to myself.
I walked through the airport feeling like a millionaire in the outside but a sore loser in the inside. "Do I really need to run away? Yes." I answered myself. "Smile and feel good. Fake it until you make it." I tell myself.
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The Travelling Corpse
RomanceRia is set to tour the world to forget a tragic dark past. A past that made her feel dead inside. She starts a blog named "The Travelling Corpse" to document all of her struggles and adventures. Along the way she meets the guy from her childhood fan...
