Runaway

[modandangry]

Oh there is nothing more in life I would rather do than run away. Change my number, delete my email, cancel my Facebook... All I've ever wanted in life was to get by, and I can't just get by. I wish I was strong enough to just get away from everything I know, including a roof over my head. Living on the streets being a prostitute really sounds more appealing at this point. I'm so tired of being suicidal. How many times in one day can you vividly see a knife slash over your wrists before it drives you insane? I even see myself laying in bed in a pool of blood, I see myself hanging in the closet from a belt, I see myself laying beside a wrecked car... At what point is it just melodramatics, and when is it a serious problem?

Note to you, if you're randomly reading this in the future, and you will, STOP LETTING VAL INTO YOUR LIFE!!!