If I could, I would just run away, right now. I’d just pack a little bag and go away. I’d not even leave a note, because who cares. I don't have much money on me, I don’t drive either. Where would I go? How would I even get any further than about halfway toward town before pain was too much? No where, no way, so here I am. I hate getting too close to people. Because when I thought they would always be there for me, they eventually leave. It's so easy to play with love, so easy to fool someone, so easy to make someone cry. But it's definitely so hard if you're the one who has been made a fool and the one who cried. I used to think of you as somebody that would never ever hurt me. I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. The loneliness is too much tonight and I cannot deal with it. It makes me wish that I drank and just knock out for a day or two and just sleep it all away, but I don't really drink either. Going to school, hanging/being around friends, the movies that I watch by myself at home and etc make it seem like that fixes it. Every single day my heart breaks more from this silence. Writing isn’t helping me at all tonight.
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