Be thankful, they say.

What is there to be thankful for?

SOMEONE JUST HELP ME PLEASE I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL.

HOW DID I SPEND MY "THANKSGIVING?" I SLEPT AND WORKED.

WHY?

BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IN THIS ******* HOUSEHOLD HAS A BRAIN AND THEY DON'T MAKE ANY MONEY.

I just thought that this year might've been different.

Where is home?

What is home?

Where in the ******* world would make me feel at home?

Nowhere.

Just, please.

I want to feel at home for once.

To feel as if I won't get beat.

To feel like I can walk in and be fed.

We're all just labels on legs.

Where is it?

Flying through the wonderland forest,

Growing flowers everywhere they touch,

Fairies.

I want to be one.

I want to be free.

And if I die?

Am I young?

Too young to be writing these things?

No.

I'm not.

You don't know what I've been through.

You don't know what happens at home.

You don't know anything about me.

Yes, I'm 14.

Fourteen.

Not even of legal age.

But, you have to understand that I,

I've gone through ****.

You don't know anything.

Don't assume anything.

I'm broken.

Shattered.

Weak.

I just-

Need help.