I am running, running from my fears running from my friends (if they still remember me) and family (if they still miss me). I am the reason one of my friends is dead. and I can't look at myself. I have been running for close to 6 years now. living as a leather tramp. if you don't know what that is just ask. I stay in one place for a week or two and move on. I'm staying with a 45 year old woman for a week at the moment. until I can get resupplied and set off again. I don't even know why I'm on here typing this... I guess I'm starting to get tired after all this running but this is such a beautiful country. I don't think I could return to a "normal life" anyway I'm not fit for it.