No escape.

I guess everything’s my fault. I know my dad wants to do his best to make sure that the imminent end of our family is as much of my fault as he can make it be. I want to run away. I want to run away from it all. All my problems. I can’t fix them so what could I do but run away? But where? I have nowhere to go, nowhere where I could stay or where I could be anywhere near happy. I’d probably end up on the streets, and what then? I’d probably end up killing myself shortly after. So, wait for things to get worse, or run away and probably end up killing myself?