Escapist

I think I'm an escapist.

Every fiber of my being wants me to run out that door. I just want to run and run and run and never come back. I can't handle my stress at all.

I'm so tense because it's hard for me to hold down all of my being just to prevent myself from running out that door and not returning. If I did that, I'm pretty sure that my friends would be very concerned and worried for me. They'd probably leave. I just want to get up and bolt, because I honestly don't see a reason for me to be here, even though I live here. But I just want to leave.

I wish I had a safe place.