Running. That's all I seem to be doing lately. I run from my parents, my friends, even myself. It's not that I mean to, it's just that I need to get away from everything familiar. It hurts. All of it hurts. Everything of my fears, sorrows, even joys cause pain. Why can't I be emotionless or why can't I be emotionless or why can't I be struck with amnesia? I guess life doesn't work that way. I bet Mother Nature, Time, and Life all meet together for tea to discuss ways to make my life a living nightmare. Curse them for making my life lonely.
No one, absolutely no one, understands what I go through. First, I lost someone dear to me. Next, I'm being attacked by things I can't see but only feel, yes, I'm talking about vengeful spirits. Then, to top it all off, I have to face my regular life and make masks to hide what truly lies in me. But why make masks when I wish for help? I don't know, maybe you can figure that out once you finish reading this. Don't bother asking me for help then, because by the time you do finish this, I'll be halfway to the ocean being dragged by the river current.
Ok that was a little morbid.... So what do you think? (by the way I wrote this at 1:30 in the morning)