Now that I sit here, alone on some random café, bar thing, it finally hit me. I need to get out of this place, and fast. I can’t keep doing this, getting on a bus to… wherever the hell I am just to get away from it all! I’m old enough now just to leave whenever I want. I’ve been keeping it from my family for a long time now, I have some money saved up for a while now, I’ve been selling some stuff to people, not drugs or prostitutes or anything, just pawning my goods indefinitely. I had a lot of cool stuff that I had to sell in order to get the money I needed. You see, I’ve been planning this for a while. I’ve hated it at home for a while, and I’ve done my research diligently and found and secured everything, just been waiting for the right moment, or the one thing that pushes me too far. I knew my mother was domineering and controlling, but I never thought she would take it this far. Her drinking and her temper have gotten out of control! Shame on her for thinking I would put up with it any longer. I’m of legal age here in Australia, and just because she fucked up her life at 17, does NOT mean I am going to go down the same path. All my things are packed away in boxes, and for my convenience the whole family will be gone for a week to Queensland… That’s it! I’m out of here! America won’t know what hit it.

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Not much now, but it gets better, I PROMISE!!!


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