Coward N

I’m a coward. I’m simply running away from my problems. School, my parents, college applications. I’m just running. I don’t belong here. People who have the strength to face the world head on belong here. I’m not one of them. I’m a broken gear in a world of meticulous machinery. They all go ticking along while I sputter and stop. I shouldn’t have involved her. She probably wants nothing to do with this place. She probably left a long time ago. It’s better this way. All I was doing by showing this place was dumping all my problems on a person, expecting them to fix things. That’s not how this works. It’s hard living in a world where nothing matters to you. They all talk about shallow things like assignments, prom, and who said what and did what. None of them would understand. Is going to the hospital the right thing? Will the people there understand? If I had the strength to leave none of this would have happened. I’m even a coward in that regard. I feel like there’s needles pricking at my soles and palms. It hurts. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming. No one is coming.