I want to run away.
It'd be so easy to leave and never come back.
I wouldn't have anywhere to go, and I would have no idea what to do, but that would be easier than this.
Anything would be better than this.
These thoughts have been plaguing my mind and I've come so close to acting on it.
The only thing stopping me is the thought of my mother's voice frantically yelling for me in the house.
I can't do this, what ever this is.
I can't do it, but I have to.
I always have to do something.
My life constantly moving, thinking about what's going on, and what needs to happen.
It's too much and it overwhelms me.
I need to get away.
Away for a long time.
