INFAMY
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ever since i was tiny...

i've been a runner. and that's why, looking back at it now, i think there's a runner in everything i've ever written. i am ben sydney, i am iggy luna, you know?

when things got hard last year, i decided the only way to fix things was to leave my friends and be miserable in another school. i tried to justify my reasoning, but now there's nothing but the blank truth staring at me in the face, harsh and cruel because now i realize that i left people i loved and a boy who truly and really cared about me just to be alone and detached from everyone and everything that's important to me.

i distort my reality, guys and writing, although a great coping mechanism, seems to be my only coping mechanism. i've been so disconnected from people and life to protect myself that i don't live anymore and i'm so dissappointed in that fact.

writing is taking a back seat for now. but whether it be in a week or a year, i hope you guys are here when i get back.

with as much love as i can muster, joyce.