I live at home with my parents i'm almost nineteen the drugs are right here all kinds of pain killers that my dad really needs that i steal ineed to get out of this house out of this town and away from my entire surroindings. I dont want to be here anymore i dont want to be alive the only thing that keeps me from killing myslefe is my Mom bc she has always been there to supposrt me whatever i do she finds a way to accept it and continues to love me ! she's the only ture person in my life who i know really loves me My dad hates me for the tings i have done he knows i take his pills and constantly tries to find new places to lock them up because i always find a way in But now i am hitting rock bottom my depression is horrible my friends suck i need pills so bad my heart is beating out of my chest and every second i think about something else and the tears begin to flow I'm stuck all alone in my own little world because nobody knows the REAL terrible me
You are not terrible. I can relate. I have ran away from home ended up in worse places then I could have dreamed of and ended up back at home countless times. I have discovered that I am trying to run from something right here at home. I don't know exactly what it is, but I can feel it creeping up. I don't really know what to say anymore because I have gotten lost in thought. You have brought up alot of stuff for me. I'll get you back later.
BabyCakes
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