I'm running away. I've done it before, but this time, I'm not coming back. I'm taking a boy with me. Someone I've fallen deeply in love with. He says he wants to come, but his family loves him so much. I don't want to be the one responsible for ruining his life.
I was born for this. I was born an adventurer. I WANT to run away, but I'm not entirely sure he wants to. I don't want to peer pressure him into it. I tell him, "running away is like quitting drugs; you have to WANT to from within, or it's never going to work. "
When I ran away the first time, I learned something. You can't look back. It hurts. It hurts to think of all the things you're leaving behind. You have to look forward and never, ever turn back.
I do love my parents, very much. But I need to live my own life. They have me imprisoned in this house with no contact with the outside world. They don't know I get online. And they don't suspect I'm gona make another run for it.
I want to travel the world without giving a damn. I'm willing to give up everything I have. But is this boy willing to do so also?
The only thing I know is: I'm not going unless he comes with me. But I'm not telling him that..
