I never got to the point when I felt like running away from it all.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I never want to get to the point where it's all about my needs, and the hell with anybody else.
I'm sick of running away from things.
I never wanted to feel I hadn't worked hard enough.
There was a point when it all really took off and got quite overwhelming, even though I didn't realize it.
I couldn't live up to it. So I chose to run away.
My mind's never gone very far away from what I wanted to accomplish.
I never felt any different from anyone else though.
I determined never to stop until I had come to the end and achieved my purpose.
Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere.
I feel fortunate that I was able to step away from it when I wasn't interested.