Thegirlwhoruns. Therecklessrunner. Whatever you want to call me.
Here I am. I run. I run from everything. I run from God, friends, family, boys, problems, mistakes, everything. I don't remember when this horrible habit started or if it ever started. Maybe I was just born this way, I don't know. All I know is that I am a runner and I hate it. I hate that I run from everything. I hate that I run from great opportunities. I hate that I run from love. Why do I do it? I don't know. Maybe I’m programmed to do it. It happens after I get this horrible feeling in my chest. I can only describe it as a heavy weight on my chest, as if someone was stepping on me. I feel this tingly feelings rush through my veins and before I know it, I’m running again. Where do I run? Anywhere. I run to places that are empty, places I can call my ‘escape zone.’ Sometimes I stay there for hours and just sit there and think about everything that just happened. My mind tries to pick fights with me, telling me “You should have done this, why did you do this?” I sit there in silence and darkness and fight with my mind. I do this until I get sleepy or I feel like I need human contact. Most times I just end up staying there. I’m a runner. Are you one too?
