I want to run.

Yesterday I had this feeling that maybe I should run without looking back ever again, leave everything behind  and start everything in another country, meet new people and just live my life and have no regrets. No regrets. At all. There is a saying in my country that suggests that often children become like their parents, they inherite customs and body language, and I am honestly afraid to be like that when I will be older. I don't want to live my life for others, but absolutely no one knows how it feels to live in my skin. No one. People try to judge, try to only see the appearences, but that's not the real person, not the real me. I often ask myself if I was gone, would anyone miss me? Or maybe I am just a shadow that no one sees. When two people fight I am in the background observing everything, and thinking that those people only think about themselves, if I was gone, would they notice? I wish someone would understand me. And no, I am not depressed, I am only one of 7 billions people that are trying to figure out who they are, trying to see where I fit in this world, and who will be by my side when I go through tough days. Who will be there for my good days and for my bad days? No one yet.