I walked sixteen hours across Winnipeg once. I wanted to commit suicide. I have no idea what I was doing, and was too scared to kill myself, so I just walked and walked. Blisters ahoy.
I got really thirsty, and eventually, somehow, I found an abandoned two litters of 7-Up in the grass and I drink pretty much all of it, and then I fell asleep under some stairs, and when I woke up, life seemed better.
The sixteen hour long walk helped, since I had nothing to do but think, besides walking.
Denno how it helped, but it did. It was a good walk. I saw civilization, and eventually, I saw some factories, one or two rivers and a dam, and them nothing but plains and fields. I turned back then, knowing I was just a stupid 16 year old girl not really wanting to off herself but just wanted attention.
It was night by then. I got a bottle I found on the ground, and filled it with water at some bar because I was dying of thirst, then went to wait for a bus but the bus driver wouldn’t let me on because I had no fare, and finally, I jumped a train and made it back near to where I lived. Found the 7-Up soon after, drank most of it, and fell asleep not too long after finding a good place to crash into. (Didn’t go back home, was too ashamed about the note I left haha.)
It was a good experience, no matter how shitty I felt at the time.
Also I’m sorry. This post is lame. Please flame now.
But yeah, sixteen hours. That’s half the city, there and back again.