…I’m serious, I honestly can’t.

I know that I’m failing in practically all of my subjects. My parents don’t care about me. I have no idea who my friends, or who I can trust. My family hate me. The only thing I can turn to is music, but when your favourite bands don’t come to your city, you can’t turn to that. I can’t turn to writing because whatever I wrote would end in someone dying. I need to get away from my family.

Which leaves me with two options,

run away or end it.

But I don’t think I could go through with either.