What could I say…

At this point I just don’t know. Im 15. only have a couple friends, that could easily get along without me, contrary to me towards them. all I want is to leave. not my home, not this continent. just somewhere new. death intrigues me. seems reasonable enough… Im getting a gun in October. seems like things just always seem to work out for me. I don’t want someone telling me how its going to get better, or that I need to stop and think. I just want to talk to someone in the same situation. age is barely acknowledged with me. im looked at more like an item, being used, family hates me. if you feel the same talk to me lizashis@yahoo.com