Suicide?
Well... Life sucks. To the max-extreme. There's been some family troubles brewing lately, which I don't believe should concern me, as it involves my step-father, the absolute center of my loathing for those with dicks. I've tried to stay out of it, tried avoiding him, and done alright at it. Aside from the brief encounter with my little brother's birthday, and that horrid experience on Christmas eve. Talk about "Happy birthday, Jesus." Well, said problems have come to a climax, escalating behind levels I thought possible. My life, isn't that bad. There are people with worse. I've got clothes, a roof over my head, and education. I may have... situations that aren't grand, but I can deal with that. These occurences between Step-Dad, and his current girlfriend have begun to affect me. My life, my grades, just... me. It appears, as of today, he'll live here. In my house. With me. He'll sleep on the couch, with only a wall between us. I'm scared. I'm so, so scared. I'm crying my eyes out, and the only reason I'm writing this is to help soothe my fears. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I really doubt it. For once, I'm grateful for the Birth Control Pills, never thought I'd say that... The first night he tries ANYTHING, I'm gone. I'll run. I'll go... somewhere. I can't take it. I just can't. I thought I was past this, but all the memories.. Everything, it's all coming back, and I'm not strong enough. I'm not. I can't... do this. But, I don't have a choice. I'll attempt a front, for my little brother's sake, but I mean it. More than likely, I'll be hitting the road soon. Mayhap it's time for me to go to the bank, withdraw the cash saved for my future trips and use it now. My life, and last shred of sanity may depend on it. -shrug-