I’m running away from people again.
First time I didn’t have any friends. So it was ok if they didn’t talk to me since I didn’t talk to them.
This time I’ve met so many nice people, but I even catch myself saying  ‘I’m late, we’ll catch up later, right?’ and almost literally running.
I’m out of facebooks and whatsapp groups. I wait some hours or days to text someone back.
Inside, there is that famous phrase ‘help me!’ screaming in repeat. They even know I’m not fine and they want to talk, to make me feel better. So why do I run when I have obviously such nice friends around?
I run because I know I’ll never get better. I run because if I stay with them, I’l start crying and maybe screaming, losing my mind, I don’t wanna scare them. I almost wish I had no friends because I know they are sad and hurt seeing me like this. But I can’t stay out there always with a smile pretending I’m alright, neither be with them telling how I suffer.
So I run. So I hide.
And still I wish someone came to me and make me feel better.
Such thing doesn’t exist.