"I Want to Run Away", oh how I've said this so many times. Yet I can never bring myself to admitt it out loud. Things are just happening too fast and all at once. Times are hard, stress is at the max, and sleep is the farthest thing from my grasp. The days are dragging, and sometimes I do wonder what would happen if I were to run away. Would anyone miss me? Sure. Would they even notice? Eventually. I see this as a hypithetical situation. Yeah, I think about it, and I come up with conclusions on how I would do it, but in reality it's just not going to happen. So I'm trying to take life day by day. And I hope things will work out. Hey, maybe the thought will leave me mind completely....who knows?