I'm feeling very lost. I'm 15 (and a half, if that counts), and I live in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio. It's always been my dream to move out to California and live surrounded by the natural beauty of Cali. Recently, my thoughts have regularly turned to running away, sneaking off, and going out west with a backpack full of clothes and necessities. I want to hike, climb, and live, without any of the bullshit that I get here every day. I'm sick of my fucking town, I'm sick of this state, and I'm sick of my 'friends' and parents. I want to go away, meet people like me, and live a fulfilling life, and it seems to me like every day spent in my town is just another waste of valuable time. What would you say to a kid who's fed up? I'm really looking for some help, so I turned to you all. Peace, and thanks.
Everyone goes through that, but running away at 15 to a new state and I'm assuming with no or very little money isn't going to work out so good. Just stick it out a few more years
I've heard a million of these things. Do whatever the fuck you want, just strive for it and you can. Say you want to move to Cali, get a good job there cause it's fucking expensive living there lol. Go through college and get a degree in something. Since hitchhiking is dangerous I would suggest go backpacking through Europe or something. If you'd rather be poor and do all those things then you won't be able to move to California but it'd be cool.
Hey dude, I totally went through the fuck this town, I'm gone thing when I was your age. Trouble was, I was already in a rad part of California. I think this is more a product of your age and mindset than physical location. Keep in mind, that you're only 15(this would piss me the fuck off to hear when I was your age but its true). Enjoy your youth, get a hobby, go raise hell in the neighborhood. Get into some trouble at home, but stay put until you graduate highschool. The way things are going, its almost necesary to get a college degree, but at least finish highschool. Anyway, you probably won't believe it, but I don't think running away will fix anythign and it WILL hurt your family and at least be a long hard road for you. Make some good educational, professional, personal and financial goals, and then do what you need to do to get there. Later bro
I have always felt this way.. I want to leave my small town and get out there in the world. I have been thinking about it since I was your age, and I'm almost 20 now, and still haven't left. I decided to wait until I'm at least out of college before I go off on my own. Oh yeah, and I need to save up a good bit of money. You're 15, your parents would worry about you, they would probably call the cops and your ass would be back home before you knew it. Graduate high school, start saving up money now, and then when you turn 18 you'll be all set!
I say graduate hs and go to college somewhere in cali you got your whole life to do the stuff you wanna do man take it a one day at a time as clique as that may sound
Well, it's just a passing phase. Actually, it comes back every time that I have a nostalgia attack. You just have to tough it up and get through life... one day at a time. Because that's really all you can do. Graduate high school, man. Without that, you can't even get a job, man.
Right, I was wondering how that statement sounded like a small group of selective people with similar interests.
i was right there with u back when i got arrested in december. i remember it was cold so me and my friend decided to run to texas, than eventully cut through the new mexico and arizona and go to cali. we packed a back pack full of water, and a back pack full of food and brought it to school. at lunch we cut out, changed our clothing and ran for it. we only had 240$ dollars between us and like u we were 15. as we were running across town i thought about a lot of things. i thought about my parents crying over me that i wouldnt be there and that they would feel like they would have failed. i thought about how sick my dad was, and how he deserved better than me. at that point the cancer was spreading all over his body and the bones in his neck were collapsing and i thought about how i wouldnt be there for how ever long he had left. i thought about not living with a roof over my head. i thought about what the fuck i would do for money. we got to the bridge over the arkansas river, separating us between oklahoma and i saw the hobo's under the bridge and deep down i new that was me if ran. no matter what there was no way i could make it. im not even old enough for a job with out a permit. those people had ruined their life, and i wasnt about to join them. i puked and convinced my friend to go back. we made it back before school was over and we were just suspended for a couple days. now over half a year later i know that was the smartest choice i ever made. my dad ended up dieing in late april. his last words to any one on earth was that he loved me. it makes me physically sick to my stomach to think that i was almost not there for him when he needed me the most. i know ur situation isnt exactly the same as mine was, but i also know that running away, no matter how shitty or unshitty things are, is never the answer. theres no way a 15 year old can make it on his own, i mean christ were 15. just three more years. i think we can make it.
Sigh, When I was 16 , My friends and I totally had this plan. We were all gonna draw money from bank accounts we/our parents had, get on my dads boat and goto Jamaica. We really almost did that shit, I wonder what would have happen....
