“Title”, cause I’m original.

Being at home became far too painful. It’s an excruciating thing to watch the home life the brought you up for sixteen years, that was your safe place – rot away in front of your very own eyes. And I did what I’m best at – I pushed it away. I didn’t let it defeat me, I refused to let it drag me down.
I would wake at 5 AM just to get some peace from the chaos. I would leave my house for school at 5:30 AM and would walk – along the edge of the cliffs, along the beach for hours on the crisp morning dew air, there’s something comforting about the sound of the ocean – to this day I can’t think of anything more refreshing.
I thrived at school getting A’s and would stay as long as I could at school. Until the teachers would lock up their rooms and I had no choice to leave.
Don’t get me wrong though, I can honestly say at that point 80% of the time I was happy. At this age I was just about the right age to have independence and I took the full advantage of creating a life for myself.
I started getting a social life, well depending on what you consider a social life. And I would go to school with a giant smile and say good morning to everyone I saw. But there was always an overwhelming, dark atmosphere on my back – my depression and my home life, two things I couldn’t pretend weren’t a problem. They were there when I closed my eyes at night, when I walked home in the dark.
Haunting me. And it was terrifying.