Chapter IXA Chapter by LinzeyHappiness and realization...Days seem to blur together now. I don't know if I've been running for 12 days or just 2. I haven't slept through it. I feel too alive to even think about sleeping. My legs keep running. They just keep going. No matter how hard I try to get them to stop they just won't. Maybe they finally realize that I'm getting closer to happiness. Yet, really I'm still so far away. I can't walk across water. All I have is a wallet and a bank account that's most likely been emptied by my parents. What makes it even worse is if it's up and they're still checking for recent transactions I could be quickly found. I don't know if I'll have enough money to get the ticket I need. All I know is that I have to try. If I don't try I won't find my happiness...
Finally, I'm in a big city where all I can do is blend in. I might want to shower or at least make myself presentable to people. If I go to get money looking like this they will know that's something's not quite right. But where can I go to do this? I don't know anyone here. No one's nice enough to take a stranger in like me, especially when I'm so young. Should I take the risk of going up to random strangers asking for a shower and to wash my clothes? I guess all I can think of is to try. If I don't I know I won't find my happiness. I just want something that will truly make me happy. As I walk along these streets with people moving like the sea, I notice a homeless shelter. Maybe they'll have a shower that I can use and a washing machine to make me look presentable. As I walk in, it seems to be so hectic. It's like no one knows what to do or where to go. Many look worse than I do and seems to be even crazier than me... which is a tough thing to do. They stand, sit, walk, run, cry, yell, everything you can imagine is going on here. Now where can I find someone that can give me some answers...
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1 Review Added on November 23, 2010 Last Updated on November 23, 2010 AuthorLinzeyNYAboutI'm 21 as of April 2015 and like to write to express my feelings. A lot of people like to say that my writing isn't the brightest of all stormy looking clouds... but it is my own. I like to read other.. more..Writing
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