Bad days after bad days. It’s like my life was meant to suck. Sometimes I wish I could just leave, but I have nowhere to go. Summer is too stressful. I wish I could quit my job. Maybe I will. I am ready for the end of the month. I don’t even feel like I’ll be older. I feel like a disappointment. Another year closer to death. I want to puke. I don’t like how I feel. When I wake up tomorrow I hope I feel alive because lately things have felt different. I haven’t been on here in a while maybe this is good for me. I just need to get things off my chest. I can’t wait to go away to college. I’ll miss my family, but I need more freedom.