leave

I am 14 years old i am tired of my life…me and a friend are ready to run away as soon as posible…i live with my grandparents they dont like me all they do is yell at me and teat me like a peice of trash…my mom never wants me with her all she cares about is her boyfriend she dont understand or care how i am treated…my dad died when i was in 4th grade…i have been saving up for a while right now i have 600 dollars i know thats not alot but from now on i am going to have to steal money…i am street smart i now that there are bad thing out there..i just dont know were to go i need advice….

this is crazy, can’t believe I wrote this last entry only a week ago. I decided that what I was doing with my life wasn’t right: though my mind thinks it’s right. My heart doesn’t. so i am in fact picking up and leaving. Feels cool, I’ve never done anything spontaneous before. I’ll miss home.

just want to go…to find a place of peace, maybe a buddhist temple in thailand, maybe a mountain in colorado. i dunno, i can live pretty simply, and you can stretch money a long way like that. I just don’t have a home spiritually, gotta find one. want to leave.

borin life

i’ve had LOTS of shit to go through in my life, i mean LOTS. anyways, i’ve been thinking of leaving, i’ve got a job right now for $$ so i shouldn’t have a hard time with that. i’ve got a partner to help along the way, we’re buying greyhound tickets and leaving this summer, our main concern though, is… won’t we get caught? i mean, it’s a nice thought and all leaving here, our lives have been hell, but once we’re gone, if people look for us… i mean, we’re going to need to get jobs at our new home, and find a place to stay. but can’t they track us down like that?

I want to leave this shit hole. I mean I can’t believe they try to hurt me and hold me back from womeone I truly deeply love.

I want to leave (x 101311220901000000000)
I can’t keep on giving to a hypocrite coward (and the rest)I’ve been sleeping on the couch for weeks. I just want to leave.
Maybe if I leave I can have a chance to be happy. Alone.

I hate him.

I’m tired.

I want to know who my father is.

And I want to leave.

If I want to do anything, it is leave this hell hole also known as Flower Mound. I have lived here for less than three years and I am sick of it. Yes, I am young, but I hate this place with a deep passion.

i feel like going

to Dordogne on last Sunday, for a day, saw friends. But that’s not enough. Now I want more.