Running

I'm finally okay. I have reasoned it out with myself a thousand times, and I have come to the decision that I will be just fine. I can grow up, mature, and move on. That's what life is all about. Changing. We change everyday, it might be unnoticeable, but we do. We become adults, ready to take off and challenge the world. I think that's part of the reason I want to go so far away. I will have no chance of just running home, of being able to just turn around and come right back. I don't want that. I want to feel completely independent. On my own.

Maybe I am running. Running from all the things that have hurt me. But it's better to run and learn, than to stay and fall apart. I may be running, but I look at it as leaving. Leaving to grow. I need room to grow and I don't feel like I have that here. I feel trapped, weighed down by everything that fights against me. I will always come back though. I have roots here, family and friends that I could never leave. They have helped through life, helped me through tough times, as I have helped them. We all seem to have a mutual understanding, one that keeps us safe. And though someday we will all be far apart, we will always be in each others hearts.