I had run away from home. I couldnt take the abuse anymore. And its fine, because I know no one will notice.

Day 1:

So far I had made it about 5 miles outside of Toronto. Good for a start I suppose, but... I dont know were I am. I will continue to walk until I can find a place to sleep safely for the night. Or, just sleep on the side of the road, because I don't care anymore.

Right now I'm lost, and extremely tired. So- I think I will just lay in this nice grassy area. I'm not seen by any cars, but I'm not too far away from the road, so I know were Im going for tomorrow.

Day 2:

I decided to update because theres this nice secluded waterfall. Wow, I didn't even know this existed. There weren't any signs for it at all! I made a path from the road by breaking twigs. I heard gentle running water, and I was sorta running out of water, so I came to recharge. Man this is awesome, but I don't think anyone will ever know about it. Its fine, because it wont ever get tainted.

I found a rest stop. I walked for fucking hours, and finally came into a town. I only have 500 dollars with me, so I have to spend it wisely, so no fast food for me. Well... Maybe a burger. And a drink. OKAY, and some fries too.

I found a small motel. It's run down but only 30 dollars a night. It will do, I have A LOT of walking tomorrow. I can handle it.

Day 3:

Oh man, I found something gruesome... A dead deer. Poor guy... I stood there for a good five minute, mourning, because I know the native Americans would have done that. Given they're respect to the animals that have passed. Unlike whoever ran it over. And if they were native... Well.

It's almost night time and I'm still nowhere near somewhere. Apparently I got about 30 kilometres until some small town. Well lets see how far I get.

It's now 3am, and I finally made it. It's a quaint town, I think I'll stick around for a day and rest up.

I found someone who will give me a ride across the border! Fuckin rights eh? He said if I can give him a hundred, he will make sure Im across safe and sound.

The only thing is, he's leaving this morning... Looks like I'm going to be sleeping in a truck...

Day 4:

I woke up and my neck is so fucking sore. Everything is sore, and my head is pounding. Well, it's not as bad as back home, so I'm okay with it.

Surprise surprise! I got a text from an old friend. YEAHNO. That asshole tried to drown me at the pool when we were kids, stole away the girl I liked, and told my mom about me smoking weed. So, no Mike. I'm not gonna answer your text.

I got angry when I saw that text, and the man who was driving me(His names Berwald), saw and asked what was up. He gave me some pointers on people, saying how people found him to be too scary. Wich was true, because well... He was kinda creepy. His words of encouragement helped me.

He told me about how he had found someone he loved, and that they loved him for him, and not how he looked, or how scary he seemed. I felt angry with how the world just judged someone without getting to know them first. It had happen to me, or well... Not at all. No one ever noticed me enough to judge. But when I heard about what Berwald had gone through... I was glad he found the right person for him.

Berwald bought me supper that night. In a town right outside the border. We talked and talked and talked. He wasnt too hard to understand when you got used to him. He planned to drive me all the way to Detroit. He will try to talk to someone to drive me to New York, but I doubt it.