ho hum

Sometimes I think people just don't want to see me happy, since everytime there's a smile on my face, someone always has to go out of their way to wipe it off. No matter how high I get, there's always someone behind me, waiting for the chance to put me down.

I keep thinking to myself that it'll be better once I get to college. But what if it isn't? All I ever do is run away. Eventually I'm going to run out of places to run away to.