i often think about running away. more than i’d like to admit.
i often think about saving up a large sum of money and then going anywhere.

my dream is to run away to europe. change my name and be free of anything i know here.

if i ever did run away i’d know for a fact i would not look back. i wouldn’t talk to my family anymore because there really isnt anything holding me to them
i feel like an odd ball out, like a burden to everyone around me. they’re better off without me.

i’m too scared to admit how much i think about killing myself. it feels unsafe to harbor those thoughts, so i substitute them with the thoughts of running away. of just leaving and finding something new.