...its no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to. cause these words are my diary screaming outloud. i fucking hate living in this house and i hate just about everyone who lives here. i never want to even be here anymore. work and school are like my only escape. like i love being there because then i dont have to be here. everythings just falling apart and i dont know what to do anymore. im pretty sure that im seriously loosing it. ten months isnt soon enough- i just need to get out of here. i havent been able to stop crying- its been like 2 hours now. how fucking cool is that. sometimes i think that things would be so much easier- and id feel less insane- if i just wasnt around anymore.