I'm not a runner. I hate running. I've always been a jumper. I jump into relationships, out of friendships, and headfirst into new challenges. But lately I feel like I'm running. I'm always filled with unwarranted anger. I snap like a twig for no reason. I can blame my mom or my angry father. I can blame my past or the brother that left me. But at the end of the day I have only myself to blame. I really need to do something before I run from my family like all of my family members did. It's time to take responsibility for my anger. It's time to stop running.













