I want to run.
Far, far away from this dreadful house.
I know the only reason they keep the computer out in the open is because
1. They can't trust me
2. I will never leave my room
I wish I never left my room, in fact.
I want to run far away from this dreadful house.
I can't deal with this.
There's so many things that I want to say.
But I can't, not even on here.
It would make me feel so much better to discuss all the things wrong with me.
But I can't.
I can't cry.
My grandmother would find out, try to comfort me, fail, not sleep, talk about it to my mom, have her ask me why I was crying, and then I would have to look for a reason that was not "I'm depressed and I hate myself."
i can't talk about it.
Lord knows what my family would do, and they especially wouldn't believe me. Of course my dad would just think i'm looking for attention as always.
I can't make it any better.
I can't take anything like therapy or pills for personal reasons, and there's nobody to seek help from.
I'm so helpless and i'm a problem child and i can't
I don't know what to do anymore.
























