I'm Falling to Pieces

I walked briskly down the sidewalk, gripping my books tightly as I looked up at the frost covered trees. I exhaled a slow, foggy breath and picked up my pace. Whenever something happened in my life, my first instinct was to run. I knew that one of these days I'd have to grow up and face my problems, instead of leaving them in the dust, but I dreaded the thought. Thats when I stopped dead. I mean, I'd been running away from my problems my whole life, but now it seemed there was no where to turn. Because now, he stood right in front of me.