More About MeI don't have much to say anymore since I already got most of my story out, but other things have happened. I wish I could tell everyone everything that has ever happened. I wish that there would be one person in this world that cares. I feel like I'm living on my own at thirteen. Yes my parents are providing clothes and shelter, sometimes they buy food, but they don't emotionally support me, they don't really care or else they would see how badly I want to just run away. But I know that running away from your problems doesn't solve them, and they eventually catch up with you. The running has also attracted other problems to join in on the party. I just want to run away from everything on a cold day, with just a thin jacket and sit on the side of the road and cry, cry until I can't cry anymore. Then I want to hitchhike back down to Texas. All the way. And then I'll live with strangers.
I've planned this once. Even if they sexually harass me, I don't care. I'll walk into town, and hitchhike. Tell them to take me as close to Texas as they're willing to go and I'll get a ride from someone else. If they take me some random place and rape me then let me go, I'll just start from there. I don't care. I just need to go back. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of wanting everything I can't have. I'm tired of being the only person I know personally that has any problems. Everyone else lives like princesses and princes, without a care in the world. They don't know I'm dead inside. Emotionally detached. No one knows that I've ever thought of running away. No one ever thought of it. No one thinks that I don't want to live, but am scared of death. No one knows that I need to be free, want nothing more than to be free. I am far from free.