Everyone has to run away to clear their head.

It seemed as though the same story was playing over and over again. There was no time for a break not even to catch my breath. Time was moving by faster than I was able to keep up. I didn’t have the time to stop and figure out what I wanted to come with me and what needed to stay behind. The ground beneath my feet was breaking and falling apart leaving me no time to just stop in fear I would fall through the cracks. When I finally got over my fear and stopped running I was so far off course I didn’t see the point in going back all that way. I didn’t realize I left behind the things that mattered most to me and always kept me going. Everything came down on me at once, making it very hard to breath. I fell to my knees begging inside for the pain to just go away. Looking around I remembered there wasn’t going to be anyone there anymore. I needed to learn I could do it on my own. Standing up, chest pain and all I kept walking until I found something felt normal to me. I sat there thinking if it was a good idea to go back and fix everything and change what I should before, or if it was to late and it was better to just keep going the way I was. Finally I came to the conclusion that no matter what way I went I would still have to face what was still there. I could run as far as I wanted but it was always going to be right behind me. So with my head high I walked back to where everything needed to be fixed and I started to change what I didn’t want. Ending up with very few friends and a life not so hard to deal with.
   True friends always stay no matter how far away you push them for a little while. They know who they are and why I always come right back.