crying Steve, please dont read this! this is just me venting, so please dont.... even though i dont think you'll listen to me.
anyways, im really sad about telling steve that i dont want to be his imoto anymore because i really do. i just cant stand to see something bad happen to him because of me, especally if it has to do with becca. sweatdrop i feel so immature about how im handeling this and i hope he realises that this is killing me but that's not what's important to me. What's important to me is his happiness. So even if i'm no longer his imoto and we may never be that close again, ill be happy because he is.
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i was chillen at my moms but then i had to go. she told me that i needed to call her when i got home. then when am i going to call her? i have no home. some might say that, yes you do, your in it now. but i say, no, thats just a building that i sleep in at night, and keep all my s**t.....a home is where you live. i guess my home is school and the park. thats where i mostly can escape the wraths of parents, divorce, and a broken homes. at these places i am who i am, and am allowed to show it. i can shed the good little christan skin and live. right now, in this, building, i cannot do that. i am dragged down back down, into depression. in school, there is no such thing as a broken home, we all get along and love eachother. we dont divorce eachother and cause others to suffer.
i just want to do, just make one small cut, make everything better, just for a moment. i cant be strong anymore. i wanna be a kid again, and get what i want, a mom and a dad who agree with eachother, and love eachother. thats never gonna happen. so please, let me cut, thats one of the very few things that makes me feel better. i love you all, and i wont leave and divorce you, i promice.
this was by one of my friends and it really got me thinking about where my home is. i think that my home is the library... but maybe not.