review my wishes for fair weather.

i can't breath, i realize i've said this before.
i can't ever breath.

i used to think that i could escape by walking away.
i would move away. try any number of things to get away from everything.
now i know that it's impossible.
running away only makes escaping harder.
running away only makes it more clear that i can't get away.
only makes it harder to breath, harder to smile, harder in general.

it's as if in the process of running away i get turned around and end up running back.
but it's the last place i want to be.

i don't know how to say this softly, but i'm hurting and afraid and i just want to be able to breath.