I'm always running. I love to run in the cold air. I like the numbing feeling. I'm always running but I don’t really know why. I run from my fears but also from the hope that something might turn out right for me. I've stopped hoping for so long, I don’t want to start and be crushed again. I know better than to feel anything but numbing pain or sadness. I'm like worse than a zombie. I try to be as invisible as possible but I can't seem to manage that. I'm too clumsy. I'm short but I'm very klutzy. Kind of Bella only I don't have Edward to catch me when I trip over my feet. That's stupid but I can't stop thinking about that. Anyway, I run away everyday but from what exactly, I can’t seem to understand that myself. I run, without looking back, I know no ones following me or will come to find me. That's stupid and I'm all jumbled as I write or type just like how I run and can’t seem to stay straight or run in the right direction, away from whatever I'm running form. I'm running for dear life though. That's something I'm sure of. I don't understand why I run away but I run fast and as far as possible. I don't think want to be happy or else I might not run so fast or so far even if it's only mentally. I guard myself from everything and every one. I run faster and faster til I alienate everyone in my life as I've done before. I run to solitude and loneliness. I run and the cold numbs that feeling and I run and run and run on.