I was running away. Not from anyone or anything but from everyone and everything. Things weren’t going right for me. My life was a mess and I didn’t know what else to do. I just left and didn’t turn around at town-lines like I normally did. I kept going and it scared me so much that I started laughing. I haven’t stopped laughing for a few hours now. I have no idea where I am. I made a few turns somewhere along the lines, I don’t really remember any street names or city signs that I’ve passed. I feel alone. It isn’t bad, it isn’t good, it’s just alone. No one is here to hurt me and no one is here to cheer me up. I can be.

It had been nine days.