i’m going to france.

see you in 22 hours

that's it-

im going to france soon.

im not dealing with their ******* anymore

woke up feeling sick

apparently-

to him,

its not real

and im faking it

i feel sick to my stomach
i felt like crying and giving up

i’m going to a party.

he said horrible things to me about what i’m wearing.

what i’m wearing doesn’t concern you in any way.

so please do

call me

homeless

***

******

for wearing

converse

leggings

and a t-shirt.

i am a completely normal person.

would you rather me go in short pants and a short shirt?!!

no.

you wouldn’t.

mum came to visit.

dad wants to speak to her.

theyre gonna argue again..

i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you

just-

leave me be?????

he came home early today.

then

he kept yelling at me.

i gotta get him his coffee and breakfast.

then i’ll have to take care of my friends.

get myself food n go on a run.

then i’ll go volunteer at the orphanage