Anger Issues

I ran from my room and straight out the door. I kept running and running until the diner was completely out of sight. The realisation finally hit me that i wasnt going back and i walked on crying to myself quietly. No one would give a damn about me crying anyway. I pulled off my rucksack and sipped at one of my bottles of water slowly. I had to save my food and drink because i didnt know where the closest place to get more from would be. I could only hope it wouldnt be to far. I slipped the water back into my bag and carried on walking. I wondered when they actually would read my letter, if they really would care. Tears pricked my eyes once more but i held them back. Whats the point in crying? It wont change anything. The desert sun was blaring down against my back and it was hard to keep walking in such heat. 2 hours of walking i managed to find a small empty barn. It wasnt as big as the diner but it was spacious enough to stay for a while. I layed out my water in the shadiest spot to keep it cool and i sat in the middle of what was going to be my new home for a few days. It was quiet, cosy and small. My kinda place! The night sky was starting to chase away the daytime and i laid back ontio my jacket that was rolled up as my pillow. As always i tossed and turned until i was in the perect position and i eventually drifted off into that land of good and evil images people call 'dreams'. The last thing i thought before i went to dreamland was: goodnight gee...

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