Running is all I ever do. I ran away from my childhood. My feet brought me straight into adulthoods' embrace. I welcomed the chokehold it had on me and envisioned loneliness and depression being ripped from my body. In reality, I was being held down as anxiety, loneliness, anorexia, depression, mania was being sewn into my body. The foreign feeling was similar to the pain of a tattoo needle. Piercing but numbing after the first 10 minutes. I ran between illnesses trying to find the lesser of evils to bring me comfort. Only to find that they are all intertwined like an old pair of earbuds. Leaving me with two choices; dive straight in and hope to unravel the mess before it consumes me or try to avoid it completely and buy a new pair. I now chase the childhood I desperately wanted to rid of, in hopes of buying a new set of experiences that won't consume every fiber of my being.
A lost page of my diary
