Well, I actually ran away, when my mom was so mad at me and told me to go to orphanage, cause I don't have a mother anymore. (I was 13-14 maybe) I lived one month with my grandmother (who was a really batshit crazy mean old squid) and cаme back home crying. Then when I was 20 and something I ran away, because my father is a dickhead, and I kinda never get back home again. (Or spoke to my father. Only to my mom) I now live in another city, I finished my education and I'm working and have a pretty good life, when nobody is trying to ruin my mental health... So It's not bad sometimes to run away, if you are strong enough to work things out and take care of your life...
I thought about once when I was about eight. Then I remembered how far I'd have to walk to the nearest town or at least a place I could lie about who I was, and then I thought "lol fuck that", and sat my ass back down. Fifty miles in a rural area is too far, I might die. Do you know what is IN the woods?
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