I don't think anyone would take me seriously if I said that I was thinking of running away, but for those that saw me try last year, they know that I'm serious. I can't take it anymore. I'm about ready to crack.
Well, I have 2, maybe 3, ways out. My friend Brit offered to take me to Quebec with her. I'm bilingual and I know the area enough that I could find a place to stay. Or, my Sis, Alfred-chan invited me to go to Maine next summer. Either way, I'm getting out of the province and I may never come back. There's nothing here for me anyway. I'm trapped in a HELLHOLE! I just want to get the ******** out of this house, out of this province, screw what'll happen. I don't care, I just don't care anymore. You can't put me through almost 6 years of this and expect me to still give a damn. I don't! I just can't wait to get the ******** out of here and start over. My father can ******** himself if he doesn't like it. Mom'll get used to having only 2 kids. She'll have no choice if everything goes as planned. The world I knew can kiss my a**. I'm gonna find a place I can call home if it kills me.
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