Eighteen

RipOutMyHeart

Brick created on 17/08/2008 @ 02:01

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When I turn 18, I can leave. I don't have to stay here.
She won't slap me again.
She won't yell at me.
I won't sit in my room and try to think of ways out.
18.
Life.
Things are about to get better.

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17/08/2008 @ 03:42 Sehquethel said

Are you planning on leaving her when you turn 18?
Where would you go?
17/08/2008 @ 03:46 RipOutMyHeart said

Not leaving, exactly.
But I don't have to stay.
I OWN this house. Completely.
She can't kick me out.
I don't have to hang around and let her attack me.