My feet pound the sidewalk, music blaring loudly in my ears and tears streaming down my face. I donâ€™t know where I'm running to, but Iâ€™d go anywhere as long as it wasnâ€™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 canâ€™t stop running, and I wonâ€™t stop running until I've put enough distance between me and the beast that is my life. But it wonâ€™t be enough, will never be enough until I've found a place where I'm wanted.
January 28, 2012