I ran, I just kept running. Not knowing where I was going. But knowing I would be free. Soon I fell. I laid in the rain crying, 'where did I go wrong.' I thought while sobbing. I can't do this. I can't. I'm tired of people always expecting something from me. I just can't bare the thought of people hating me. I can't do this anymore. I'm a disappointment to everyone. Yea whatever I'm famous but I don't want that life anymore. I'm a werewolf for fucks sake. I can't help that I anger problems. I'm just a fuck up. Just like everyone said I was going to be. I guess this is the end of Olivia Irene Chachi Gonzales.