I apologize premptiveley I dont usually do this...I gues this is being done out of loneliness and booze dashed with depression...I need to leave this place (my so called home) not to run away but to finally really know my soul. Here in this 125 mile long prison of plastic smiles and cardboard con artists I am not only alone but having bits of me stolen. My ability to feel love has died . I need to get out before I completely die inside and/or drink myself to death. I feel as though I am trapped at times. I have nothing here but the one shred of my past has a brain tumor thats inoperable thats making her insane (my mom) she was never there for me even when she was healthy. She stoodby knowingly while my childhood was violently stolen from me. Does it make me a bad person that come september I am gonna leave her? I guess ill figure it out with my only friend the........ botttle.