I've reached a point of not caring about my own life where he is my entire will to live... Which I do know how that sounds but, honestly, it isn't like I have anyone in person who actually cares about me. So, what is the f**king point of endearing the torture of life when this shit is going nowhere. I promised myself that as soon as I turned 18, I would run away and start my own life, but every time I try to run, I always end up back here. I am sick and tired of reliving this never ending cycle. I just want it to end. And, Hell, if the afterlife is a one way ticket into the subconscious, then maybe just maybe I'd finally have someone I can rely on that actually cares about me and doesn't just pretend to. I'm sick of being manipulated, I'm sick of being used, I'm sick and tired of my feelings being invalidated, and I'm damn sure sick and tired of people acting like they know everything about me when they don't know a damn thing.