Sometimes you have the motivation to just pick up and leave. Walk as far as you can get and go from there. Then you want to get even farther away from it all and you start running. You run as fast as your legs will allow, until you stop. And you catch your breath, look around, and find that where you left is right behind you. As if you only walked out the front door. And then you wake up. You look around, and cry when you realize you are in the place you want to run away from.
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Everything Wrong With Me: A Series Of Short Pieces About My Life And Struggles
Phi Hư CấuEach chapter is a small peice of writing telling about depressing things that have happened to me that i cant seem to clear from my head. Enjoy!
