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the last week or so has been suicidal, to say the least cause i bought Prayers for Bobby the book, (i have the movie on my ipod) and i was reading it and my mom comes in and asks what i was reading and then she throws a shitfit and starts screaming at me cause of it saying that this is why i'm having nightmares and this is why i'm doing things so backwards etc. and when she started ranting about school and how i "dont know what i want to do but am applying blindly, and that's when i went nuts and stormed out the house, i yelled 'fuck you' and kept running and shes like "where you going?" i was like AWAY, AWAY FROM YOU! and i ran for my life determined they would catch me somehow, i boarded the nearest train and headed for NYC, got off the train, got the Metrocard, and boarded the boat to Manhattan, once there, i took the 1 train to Greenwich Village (which sucked so bad) and started walking, to 14th ST. then block for block until i hit 34th ST. Herald Square, i went into the Macys that was there and applied my newly aquired blue shoelaces to my sneakers, and then i walked a little farther to 37th ST. and turned back. dad called around 5:30 to see where the hell i was, i told him what happened and that i was on my way home (BIG RELIEF) and 3 hours later, i was home, and parents weren't happy, my dad said that i had balls for going all the way into NYC alone and surviving, and 4 days later mom finally comes forward and says "it's been 4 days and you still haven't said a word to me" i shouldn't have to, you created this mess by bitching at me for no logical reason, you fix it. i was fine with leaving everything broken, because sometimes it's better to leave things broken and let them fix themselves. so for now, things are ok, or are they?........