When the mean people kept coming to me, it kept making me sick day after day, and It started making me sad every day. Although I would always hide it, I did not want people to know that I was sad. In 6th grade it was then that I began hiking, which is whenI had aincredible experience of mountains, I would go almost every weekend, until we started running low on money, and I was stuck at home. At school, I read a books about adventures, and about going into the wild. At this point in my life, I been dying for some adventure, because of being stuck at home. Every day of going back to school, the sorrow getting worse and worse until it felt like a raging fire in my heart. It burned, and almost felt like is was terring away at me.It was not of anger but of sadness.I could not help but feel a great deal of emtieness and the sadness kept getting worse and worse. I eventually started thinking of myself as useless and thought perhaps the world would be better without me. I never had thoughts of suicide because I even then greatly value life, but though for some reason that I need to get away from the world of society. It got to the point were I wanted to run away, free myself from thisworld of pain. Perhaps everyone would be better off if I just leave.