I love to run at night. It de-stresses me and just allows me to feel free from all of the pressures of my life. Family, applying for colleges, my awkward break-up with Oliver.
All of it just goes away the second my feet hit the pavement. This freedom is something I never experience at home. My parents and I argue constantly and my middle school brother and I have hardly spoken in a year.
I sigh as I approach the end of my 5 mile run. It's time to return to the shitty reality that is my life.
The one good thing in my life right now is my friendship with Miley. I don't know what I would do without her. We have been through so much together that she understands me in a way that no one else could. I think that's why I broke up with Oliver.
He just didn't understand me like Miley does. Being his girlfriend I had to spend practically every waking second with him and never saw Miley anymore. I prefer a great friendship with Miley then a romantic relationship with someone who doesn't understand.
I really like having someone who loves you and you can be intimate with but when they just don't understand what you are going through it's best to just end things.
In the beginning of our relationship I really did love Oliver but now I merely think of him as a brother to me. We both agreed on this and are still friends but sometimes things get a little awkward between us. It's just not like it used to be.
As I turn onto my street I break into an all out sprint and observe my neighbor's houses as I fly by them. I chuckle to myself as I pass Miley's house. Her bedroom light is still on. I bet once again she's up studying and stressing about college applications and school.
I mean honestly though, we've only been in school for two weeks. It'll take at least another month for me to be like that. Oh well, I guess I shouldn't judge I'm awake too.
I quietly open the front door and sneak up to my room. Once inside I shrug off my sneakers and go into my bathroom to turn the shower on.
One of the benefits of having rich parents who feel like they aren't parenting well is your own private bathroom. They basically try to buy my brother and myself's love.
After relaxing in the shower I pull some sweats on and hop into bed. I glance over at the clock- 2:30. Oh joy, only four more hours until I need to get up. Sleep is so over rated in my opinion.
A/N: What do you think?
