I want out.
I hate it.
I can't be here.
I don't have enough money to live on my own.
I hate how they are so close minded.
It's like they'd rather me be miserable than happy.
I am sick of all of this.
I am so unhappy being here and happy being gone.
They are mad when I'm gone but I'm no good when I am home.
I can't talk about life cause they don't like it.
I'm not up to par in their world,
but I'm happy.
They make me being happy feel so wrong.
I just want to live for myself and not everyone else.
I am so sick of this.
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