im hearting in side screaming tryin to fight the thoughs out of my head tellin my self no dont do it dont run from the problem face it like a woman filling like my harts in the bottom of my stomic wonting to break down and scream and cry im asking why do i have to go through so muc hell wonting to just up and run and never look back but i dont wont to run for the rest of my life becaus soner are later you have to face your problems even though it seams to be the hardes thing at the time just lift your head and do whut you got to do...