i have some things i needed to think about. after writing this i'll go away. i need somewhere i can think. i need somewhere where i can be myself, and figure this out. until then, im not coming home. until then, i have nowhere to go.

i need somewhere where i can cry.

i need somewhere where i can be myself.

i need somewhere, or someone, that i can talk to.



i hate myself for who i've become. and because of that, i will always hate myself.

if i cant find the answer, maybe there's only one way out for me.



and if that's the case, then...


goodbye.





im too confused. i hate myself. i hate me.