I just want to run away from all my problems. I want to run in the other direction and never look back. The thought is so comforting to me. That I don’t have to be here, that someday I’ll escape to another time and another place in my life. Future me. Suture me will be loved by a man. Future me will see the world. Future me will live in a new and exciting place and have a career in writing. Future me will be beauitful and flirty and the life of the party. Someday maybe I’ll actually have the courage to start making future me happen. But for now I cower in the shadow of familiarity and cringe at the thought of doing anything that could make me more afraid than I already am. No matter where you go, there you are.