" Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again. Now you get to watch her leave out the window, guess that's why they call it window pane."
Everyone that has the abilities to leave this house had left. All the you're not alone to go through all these are all shit. Cause I'm ALL ALONE facing all these fucking shit at home. Don't bother changing anything now cause it's not gonna help anyway. Does anyone even understand how I feel whenever I'm back home? I'm tired and I'm close to breaking down. I'm sick of everyone here, sick of the tenants, sick of every single object in the house. Every time I step out of the house, how I wish I don't ever have to go back. Every time I sleep, how I wish I would never wake up. Every time I cross the road, I really fucking wish that a car would seriously knock me down.
I can't catch up with my school work and I feel so damn inferior.
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