January 28, 2012
By Anonymous

My feet pound the sidewalk, music blaring loudly in my ears and tears streaming down my face. I don’t know where I'm running to, but I’d go anywhere as long as it wasn’t here. Here, I am unwanted, unloved, an outcast. I feel like I'm running from a fire breathing monster, a monster who wants to consume my life in sadness and despair. I feel like I can’t stop running, and I won’t stop running until I've put enough distance between me and the beast that is my life. But it won’t be enough, will never be enough until I've found a place where I'm wanted.

The author's comments:
I know we all feel like this sometimes. I wrote this to vent, which is sometimes all we can do.

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