Runaway
When I was younger and I was upset I would begin to write out fake conversations with me and an imaginary person. The person who gave me the most comfort was a rebel I’d created. He told me how it was even though it was harsh. Today I needed to talk to him.
Him: "Why do you stay?”
Me: “I have no place to go.”
Him: “Yeah but that’s the adventure of it all. Not knowing where you’re going not having a location in mind. All that you have is a tank half full and google maps.”
Me: “Yeah but what if--"
Him: "what if what?"
Me: "What if someone cares that I'm gone?"
Him: "they don't care, they just said what they fucking think about you. They could care less if you died."
Me: "You're right."
Him: "You don't mean a fucking thing to any of them."
Me: "I know."
Him : "No you don't, everybody uses you Charlie Everyone steps on you!"
Me: "What about you?"
Him: "what about me?"
Me: "are you stepping on me."
Him: "No."
Me: "How do I know, you're not going to use me, how do I know you're not going to step on me. How can I trust you."
Him: "You can't, you don't know if i'm going to hurt you or i'm going to help you. you're just going to have to take my word for it."
Me: "Good enough for me."
Him: "are you going to leave them a note?"
Me : "like they’d even give a fuck? come on lets go we’re losing daylight.”