This night was the first time I'd seriously considered suicide or taking off.
My dad makes me feel like shit, and my mom has started to not be much better.
I think the only thing keeping me here is my promise to myself to move to Manhattan soon. New York is beautiful, and I'm looking forward to not being picked out and blamed for everything, not being yelled at, shoved around. I'm looking forward to becoming another face in the crowd.
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