A girl writting about her past. She hated her life, had a problem with cutting, and an eating disorder ( Anorexia/ Bulima) , was bullied at school, and general teenage issues ( boyfriends, ginger/brown hair etc. ) so she ran away.
When your running, nothing really matters. Not where your going, not how your going to get there. You only really care about who your running from. You can run from those in a race, trying to leave them in the dust behind you. You can run from abusive people, and tell the police about them, if you choose to. You can even run from murders and tell the first person that you see that you need to get away. . But when running from yourself, who do you tell? Where the hell can you hide? Therapy? No, because every time you look in a reflective surface , you see the person your running from.
I was running from everything, everyone, including myself. I was trying to leave everything behind. In the next few pages or whatever, I’m going to tell you about it, interrupting myself every time your really get into it, because that’s the person I am. I wont change from anyone anymore. I am my own person and I will do what ever the hell I want now. But back then, when it all started, everything mattered, everyone was begging for approval, thriving on out staging people.
You can keep reading, or you can go away and leave it alone. You can flip to end and find out everything in one page. The choise is yours and I can’t , and I wont , take free will away from you. That is something no one can take away from you unless you let them. But, if you really want to get to know me, if you really want to understand , then you will not judge when everybody else has, you will not just look at things lightly. It might seem hard but generally speaking, for intelligent people, its not hard.