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Friday, 18 September 2015

"...running away"

Why is my first instinct always to run away?

I remember a time where I used to be so in control of my actions, where whatever I did, I bore the consequences head on. But now, either I can't be bothered to face my problems or I've grown so accustom to the idea of 'running away' that it is gradually becoming my "go-to".

It's true what they say, "Running's good for avoiding things. But the problem is that you end up avoiding yourself."

Sure, it's easy, and there's a certain thrill that comes with it. Like, when on the run, it fuels the adrenaline and drives a guy like me to want to escape whatever I consider a "bad situation" that I'm in, to a self-idealized paradise (the whole "the grass is always greener on the other side" spiel). But it never is, because one way or another, I end up finding yet another excuse to change my environment [bored, emotionally abusive (or rightfully autistic) husband, self deprivation, the list goes on...].

This may be long-winded but.. tch, I needed to rant.

ツ | 12:45 am

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My name is Zachary (

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Born on Christmas of '92 (

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Gay (

) Separated (

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I ❤ my best friends
«Jen Ross» and «Bekah»

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☑ Find a best friend
☑ Learn to play the piano
☑ Be in a relationship
☑ See New York skyline
☑ Become a Game Sage
☑ Be part of a fraternity
☑ Play on a grand piano
☑ Lose virginity
☑ Have a pet kitten/cat
☑ Experience snow
☑ See the northern lights
❒ Ride a horse
❒ Sit cozily by a fireplace
❒ Build a snowman
❒ Dip a chocolate fondue fountain
❒ Release an album
❒ Be a farmer for a day
❒ See the HOLLYWOOD sign
❒ Join the circus
❒ Go skinny dipping
❒ Taste orkney ice cream