There is a burning passion inside of me, wanting to get away, drop everything and run. Some may think that I’m running from my problems and slowly the problems will eat away at me until I die. But in all reality I would be walking, running, sprinting until my lungs burn and my legs ache into a future where I could live a life that would be influenced by desires and wants, a life that would bring happiness rather than sadness and cut so deep of distrust. A life where I could live every moment of my life to the fullest and at night be able to fall asleep knowing that if I died tonight I would be okay with it. A life where I’m not believing that everyone is out to get me and a life where there is more relief than constant anxiety. A life where I beat to my own drum rather than being guided and perfected into a melody I despise. I want to drop everything and walk, run, sprint into a life where I could be free.
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
I’ve been told that alcohol is bad for me.
I’ve also been told that loving you is bad for me.
I’m still drinkingI.S (via in-toxicxted)