I was so sick and tired of the place that I came from, of the people that lived there and of the prejudices that was floating around there, controlling everyone and everything. But most of all I was so incredibly sick and tired of the person I was when I lived there.

So I ran. I packed my bag and bought a one way plane ticket and ran.

And it worked out. I missed my friends and I missed my family. I missed a lot of stuff from back home but still, I just could not find it in me to regret my decision to leave.

I ran and I found something.

But what I really wanted, what I really really wished for, was for someone to just look at me and say, "come on, I'll get you out of here. Lets go together!"