Intro

Running gets harder when you pick up your pace..your breathing heavier and your lungs screaming from this sudden strain. What about in life? If the pace picks up and you weren't ready what happens? Your mind starts working but your body doesn't. Your mind is screaming but your hands are confused. You get stressed and your body just...freaks out.
I've never really been good with words. I just keep most of what I have to say to myself. I live a different life then most. I'd rather observe than get involved.
I live in a big house, in a nice neighborhood. I have a lovely mother and a giving father. I have siblings of all ages with separate personalities. I guess I have my life set.

It mostly started around 6th grade. The age where you really start to see where everyone fits in. You've got the druggies who think sharpies are still the easiest high, but have heard the high school kids have something that involves fire. You've got the innocent girls who have suddenly realized that push-up bras exist and boys will get weird when you're wearing them. The jocks start to smell, perfume in the girls locker room makes you gag, and if you don't wear name brand you might as well give up.
I didn't know where the name brand clothes could be found, I didn't have a cell phone, sharpie made my head hurt, and I still really enjoyed my training bra. I guess you could say I was raised in a bubble. There was no such thing as growing up. Everyone was a good person and babies were sent in the mail. I just was oblivious. Yes, I heard cuss words and jokes about sex, but I never understood. I will never forget the day when my "best friend" noticed my shirt with peace signs (my mother thought it was so cute) was from Limited Too and made fun of me. I was hurt. I didn't care so why did she?
I never could feel comfortable with myself after that. I never was one for friends in the first place, because I couldn't understand how everyone else worked.

Maybe I was raised in a different world, but I just want to come out of it. Open my eyes. I wanted to be a cool middle school kid who texted boys in high school. Who held hands with a boy who wouldn't talk to me but I was "dating". I was different.