Many people's question is usually "Are you just running away from it?!" So I was wondering, what do you run from?

I wish I could say nothing. I want to believe I don't run away from anything but I know that's not true. Looking back at my life, I run away from what I really feel. whether it's hate, love, anger, sadness, or even joy, I always seem to doubt it or lock it away. I never want to correct a friend when i think they're wrong or yell at them when they're being annoying or hurtful because i fear they will leave me. I won't ask this girl out because I fear looking like a fool or being rejected. I never want to express my feelings in public because i fear being judged, basically.

I run from reality... That is all. I have no real reason to live, but I'm such a coward to die that I just keep running.

This guy named Waldo, he's a dick.

Running away from things never solved a problem you know. Why keep running when it will always be there right behind you? That's why you need to turn and confront the situation head on, either embrace what it is or obliterate it from existence!

Well... to be honest I don't really know. When I moved to a new town, I believed I was running way from my problems but then I realized I was starting off on a clean slate and started off new. I thought I was going to change my personality entirely but when I met new friends, I'm the same. But the awesome part about that is, I'm happy with who I am. My friends accept me for who I am so why be different? So, in summary, I'm no longer running away, I'm now trying to run to. To new discoveries and adventures.:)

>>5 what if the problem is to much for you? What if it completely consumes you when you do confront it causing you to do things you don't want to do? Then what? Live in that consumed, degrading state forever(or however long it takes for the problem to be resolved if it ever resolves)?

I run away from my mother every chance I get, if I really could runaway from her completely and cut her out of my life, THAT would be great. But, ow that I think about, I guess I ranaway from her a long time ago...

wow...I feel like I'm running away from so much. But only somewhat, and not really...but I am. UGH. I don't know. Maybe I'm just running away now, afraid to admit the truth. I'm so confused. I mean, I guess you can say I'm running away because I never tell the people who care most about me about my problems. I'll tell a total stranger or a really good friend of mine or someone I like about some of the things I've been going through but never my best friends that I've known and trusted for years. I might be running away from love too, but I'm not sure. I want so desperately for someone else other than my friends and family to love me; I guess I'm just craving attention for no apparent reason. But to be loved I have to love myself which is something I find increasingly difficult and nearly impossible to accomplish. I'm afraid if my heart breaks one more time, it'll finally shatter. So, yeah, I guess I'm running away from alot, but I've actually started opening up more to others and was accepted by someone who means the world to me, so maybe I am starting to face my problems now. I don't know anymore, but it's okay. If anyone reads this, thanks. I probably wrote alot but it feels nice to get it out as opposed to keeping it in like always. lol.

I suppose, I am running from myself, or maybe I'm running from commitment due to fear.
Most likely I am running from other the people I want to love because I don't want to hurt them if I leave or something happens, I try to push them away because they can't understand me and I know they can't, they don't try to understand me and they don't get the message when I tell them something about myself, it is as if I speak in riddles whenever I try to tell them about myself.

I run from anything that makes me cry

I run from being sociable. I run from people out of fear of getting too close and getting hurt.

>>12 Me too

It'll probably sound weird but I run from other people's problems.
Until 8th grade I was a person who knew nothing of the world, nothing about other people. Then suddenly people started telling me things. For example I started talking with this girl and then suddenly she tells me she suffers from depression, that se cutted herself and that she put up a list of ways to commit suicide. Then a friend suddenly tells me he tried to commit suicide too. Then this girl that always joked around suddenly started talking about her life(she was raped and that she will die in about 15 years) and all of them told me that I have some ability, that they just felt like they have to tell me everything. These people never talked to me "eye to eye" before and I almost didn't know them. Afterwards people just continued and I didn't know how to help them or what to do.I felt enormous guilt and responsibility and, above all, I felt so helpless. But it's not like I push people away I know I'LL be forced to find out something new every time I talk to a person but I wonder why? Why did God give me this "gift" that is useless if I don't know what to do afterwards? Why didn't he give me the ability and courage to help them? I feel like a hole, a hole without a bottom, where people just throw their sorrow and sadness in. I don't want to lose this ability but I want the ability to help them beacouse I want to. I want to help people beacouse I know how they feel. I can also sense 100% of the feelings they feel when they're talking to me. I know it sounds ridicolous and stupid and I can't explain it I just know. But all these things are useless if understanding is all I can do.

From myself I think. Or from the world. My dreams have changed drastically since about 4 years ago. I used to be the hero and save everyone no matter the cost, and if I died, it was honorable and in order to protect those I love.

And now... I keep getting brutally murdered.

Each dream. Head caved in, stabbed, strangled, and recently, eaten. I never look dreams up so my mom got concerned enough and looked it up for me. She said that I am feeling guilt and beating myself up..
I guess that could be right..
These people though.. They're coldly killing me.. Like they dont even care.. Like they look forward to it.


Doesnt anyone else have these kind of dreams?

Any kind of problems. ("friends", family, school etc.)
I'm pretending not to care about it, when others are around, but sometimes when I'm alone I think about everything and it makes me feel incredibly bad. I don't know how to deal with problems all I do is just ignoring them and when I can't run from them anymore I ask others for help. But I know that I should learn to handle it myself.

People with torches.

pfft. my running is a slow walk XD

I run from my past and the reality of everything around me..

My blog addiction... apparently not fast enough