I'm not sure this is worthy of this subreddit, but it just popped into my head for the first time in years while reading another post here.

Something you need to understand is that in a lot of ways my parents are wonderful and I love them, but I had a lot of repressed mental issues as a kid (more than I do now). I was miserable, felt trapped and scared because I knew I could never live up to certain expectations. Plus, I was a sensitive kid which unfortunately clashed with my parents's approach of handling things. Not to mention I was basically an outcast in school for years...

I decided to run away. I thought that since I hated my life so much, and was already suicidal, I might as well run away to give it one last shot. I had this whole idea planned out in my head. Stupid and naive, I know.

Now that we have that out of the way, here's the actual story:

I decided the best way to do it would be with another person, and coincidentally found a local forum where kids/teenagers were asking for runaway buddies. There were no recent enough posts, so I made one of my own, using a fake name and throwaway email address (thank god). After a while, when I was at my lowest point, I got a reply.

He introduced himself as a 20 something year old man (if I'm remembering correctly. I was around 14 btw). He said he was fed up with society and was putting together a group to runaway and live in a forest together, surviving off nature's gifts I guess.

I could see this was shady, but at the same time I was desperate and not thinking clearly at all, so I replied asking for more details.

Him: What's your phone number so we can talk?

Me: I don't feel comfortable talking on the phone, could I have more details of your plan, please?

Him: Then your Facebook. I need to contact you.

Me: Sorry, could I just get more details first? Which forest are you thinking about? What would we do at winter? What other people have signed up for this?

Him (now this response I remember word for word): Are you f*** stupid? I said give me your Facebook.

His facade had dropped. I didn't respond after that and neither did he as far as I know (I stopped checking that email address after a while.)

I don't know who he was or what he was planning for me. Probably the most messed up thing in this is that for a moment I actually considered meeting him anyway, I thought he could do what I couldn't...

But I'm much better now, I don't want to even think what could've happened, or about that time of my life in general.

So scary email guy, let's not meet.