If I were a vulgar person I think that by now every single blog post will be 90% filled with expletives.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.

Why is it so difficult I don't understand. I need to get away for a few years maybe. Fear and desparation is all I feel.

I don't know where I'm going but I don't think that I'm coming home.

I want to run away. Running away from your problems won't help but sometimes it's the only way. I cannot drown the voices inside of my head and it's driving me insane.

Don't listen to a word I say.

I don't know what I'm even doing anymore. I'm just surviving. I'm not living. Is life really about surviving? To survive living like this?

The truth never set me free.

And on the inside, I'm broken. Why do the most broken people smile on the outside? Why do the most broken people still have faith in others but not in themselves?

If life was a movie then it wouldn't end like this.

Thoughts in my head lately: die, die, die, cmi, dumb tortoise, stupid, cmi, retain la, [bad words], die.

Take my hand and we'll run away.

Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for numbing the pain for me. Thank you for being my drug. Thank you for everyday. Thank you for going to school and home with me every single day. Thank you for your love.