Posted: December 1, 2010 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

I run and I hide, hoping no one  will see my hiding spot. To afraid to come out and get the things I need to survive. At this point, I don’t seem to care, because all the current happenings. All of the bad luck, the expectations, and all of the pressure.

“Did you do this?”

“Why not?”

“Are you staying ahead in your school work?”

“Are you going to go help your dad?”

“Why don’t you ever bring books home to study?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me about what happened today?”

All of these questions that I can’t even start to answer, someone is throwing another one out there at me.

I just want to be in peace, without anyone asking me a million questions every time I walk into my own house.

This is why I run and I hide.

  1. millertime75 says:

    I can really relate this one, it was like the same exact thing when I used to live with my mom. I’d walk in the front door and get bombarded with questions.

  2. lhsadkins says:

    Dude i completely understand everything your saying here. I have the same exact problem. It drives me crazy.