Wednesday, June 3, 2009

swallowing habits die real hard, and the coat she wore could not conceal the scars


I'm leaving home...i don't care who knows as long as its not my mother. I can't take it anymore and i don't want to do it anymore. She gave me 2 choices.The first choice is my father, he lives all the way in toronto though, and i don't want to go all the way there. The second choice is my grandmas, she lives in the country though and i can't stand not living in a city. Its been coming for a long time all my failed attempts at running away before. Well this time the plans fell through but i'm smart enough to have back-up plans. I'll be changing my appearance and all and i won't be able to update my diary but i'm going to do it. My mother hates me, she tells me so all the time, she calls me a bitch under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear. She takes my brother's side, she says she's going to call the cops on me, that i'm crazy and i have issues. I can't take it anymore. So i'm gone. I think i'll be fine...i hope so at least.

4:05 p.m. - 2002-01-03

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