It's better without the jeans & shoe. But that's not the point...

Doing so many things at once, and then she got tired.

She told herself that she can do it, that she has all the support and loves in the world.

Because really, they really are her world. They mean so much to her, and she can't live without them.

She continued running, then slowed down, and eventually came to a stop.

She realised that time had caught up with her.

Time was moving so fast, yet she stood there, rooted to the ground.

She tried to crawl, and she laughed. Constantly asking herself, "What am I doing?"

She heard a voice in her head, telling her to go for it, just run.

She ran once again, at a very very fast speed. She was proud of herself.

And then out of a sudden she stopped; she was against inertia, against the strong wind that's hitting her hard.

Still.

And realised that everything's not worth it.

"What the hell am I doing?"

Story of my life. So perfect, just just perfect.

Like I care whether the story made sense or not.

That's the thing. Utter bullshit.