Have you ever felt like life is just passing you by? Like you're sitting on the sidelines watching everything fly past you, and you're just staying were you are. I've felt that way, more times than one, all I can here is noise, the people talking down the hall, the teacher telling someone to be quiet, the buzz of the classroom, the cars racing by outside the window. But you just sit there while everything moves around you, wanting to break free from it, wanting to runaway to a faraway place where no one can find you, where you make up the rules. That's why I want to be a writer, because I can control what happens, I can travel to any part of the world, I could travel to Mars if I want to; and no one can hurt me or make me feel small or insignificant. Writing makes me feel better when I'm upset, writing is a part of who I am.
TheRunaway
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