no amount of words can describe how much i hate my life. i should be grateful that i have a brick shelter over my head. but sometimes i feel like leaving this place. a place where i'm still not certain whether or not i can call it 'home'. but i have no place to go. you said something that broke me down into tears. as much as you didnt want me in your house, i never wanted to be here either. somebody take me away.

fuck jesus, i'll save myself.