I would.
I'd be the biggest coward and I'd say, I can't do it. I won't do it.
For years I've been hiding the secret that I don't possess the drive I had whilst I was a teenager. I was told if you work you achieve. I worked. Thirteen jobs, two universities and there's no achievement.
Little girl, run.
I want to.
I want to run and disappear, and forget any inkling of a dream I once had, run and tie every promise I made to myself to that black tree of resentment in my garden. Run and cry an ocean. Build a boat. Sail away.
Run faster.
I want to burn every memory, and tear every hope into pieces.
And finally.
I want to look in the mirror. And know that the torment, is over.
