Contemplating to run away....
Home life is getting a lot fuckin worse than it was. I don't feel like explaining it, though, because I hate thinking about it. It's not a refuge here, it's a living hell.

I started to cut again too.... I'm hoping that I'll faint or maybe, if I'm lucky, actually die. Probably not though... I don't have my old box cutter. Only this dule xacto knife.


maybe I can be cliche and kill myself in the bathtub.


Well... Yeah... I'm going to be taking a lot of stupid chances now. You see, I think irrational. And that sucks, I guess...