My life just gets worse and worse but somehow things begin to get better as i get to know my friends better. if i could go somewhere to change it all i would be there in a split second but as i look back into my families history it becomes clearer to me that i must find a way to give me a path out of this hell. most of my voices tell me that i should just end my life but two tell me that it is not right, that i should continue and see if it gets worse as it always does. as i think about it all that happens is that when i have to make things better it just gets worse. my dession is to stop trying.
A true family does not make the kids choose the harder dessions by asking them to choose between a parent or sibling. my complicated life just gets worse when time goes on. if i truely want freedom i must stop because there is no true help, only pain and agony.
No true help
February 29th, 2008 at 01:03am