This evening after dinner and a movie with my best friend, I felt the urge to get away; to run. I thought of all the places I could go, the things I could see, the things I could do. But that’s so unrealistic.
I made an immediate decision and jumped onto the highway (motorway) and drove. There was no destination.
Eventually I came to a point where I felt very alone. So I drove fast back home before I got too upset.
This doesn’t seem normal, I do this more than I think I should.
Why do I feel the need to escape in this manner? What am I running from? I don’t understand my thoughts and actions… I’m so unpredictable.