once again i'm crying... lately it seems that tears have become my new company. i hate it but it's not up to me...that's just the result of living in this house. My dad raised his fist today, he almost hit me and i wished he had, maybe then it would get easier to get the hell out of here, for the 100th time he told me to leave, to "go live on the streets", i do want to leave but with the friends i have, i know i wont be living in the streets. the past 5 years have been like this, but i feel like it's finally coming to an end, i hope next year i'll be able to finally leave this house...
the best is yet to come
