as truthfull as I can be{buzzed}
I am always running. I think it was because they have always left me. Lovers, friends, mothers, fathers,in the end there is only me. Uncomfortable in my own skin like I have always been. I can not stand up to my own perfection. Striving for my own type of perfection is harder then any other persons. I am trying. I am drinking myself to death. I do not understand what I write. I live! I try. I mostly feel it is fight or flight. Running always seems best. I kill myself slowly at the same time. I want to run but, I have no where to run at this point. I feel the love but am scared and need to run.