I’m running out of time. I’m running out of options. All this running is making me forget why I’m here, why I’m staying, why I’m waiting, why I’m still fighting. I am running. Again. This is not how I pictured this part of my life. This is not how I meant to go through life. It’s a dark, endless tunnel. I’m going straight. I am running and running and running.
But at least, this time you’re not running away. There is no other way out of this. At least, this time you’re running straight.