Sometime in the past 6 years, I found myself. I still know who I am… but I can’t be who I want to be. No, not because of peer pressure and whatnot. I genuinely have this sickness thats preventing me from doing the things I love and being the person I am.
There should be no walls, no obstacles to stop me. I have my supportive parents. I have a warm home. I basically have most things I ask for. So why do I still sit here and want to be gone? Not dead, but gone. And if dead is the only way to be gone, then so be it. I have great friends I will now deny. I have good grades I will drop. I do not care; I’m just sad. I want to go, and I will. Now all I have to do is fine my transportation out of here.