Stop running, Vicky. Please for once, stay for the end of this story.

But I so want to run. I've been running for a long time now.

I do understand that life is harsh. I do know that I can't always pick up my things and run. I do know that I should accept reality for what it is and face it although it may not be the way I want it to be.

I can accept reality for what it is, I'm not stupid, but I may not always want to show others how much it hurts me.
So I'll run once more.

Help me to be alright but please don't stop me from running. Just one more time?