Daddy, daddy, you BASTARD, I'm THROUGH *~
Does anyone understand the prospect of dying? It seems really nice. I need to tell my LJ, not necessarily the people who read it, that I'm barricaded in my room... from the inside, because I'm scared my father will kill me or something. I'm not sure what to expect, but that's all right. I just don't want to be crying anymore, and I wish someone were online, because I want someone to drive to my poor house, and I'll gladly jump out of one of my second story windows to get away from here. I'll pack my school stuff and be ready when you're here. Anyone. I just don't know. I feel like shit. It's such stupid things he gets mad about, really... :'( God, I wish I were dead anyways. Maybe I should prounce downstairs, provoke him, and have him lash out and kill me now. It might not be so bad. Anyone out there??