Glasses and Fear

So I ran away from home again.
I blame my father.
And myself.
I broke my glasses while I was waiting for the ferry.
I had to walk around knocking on car windows asking for rubber bands.
I got one on the second try.
It's green.
It's holding in my right lense.
I have a headache from the drive anyway.
I broke into Neil's house *evil grin*.
He should really remember to lock the sliding door.
I want to see Olivia.
I'm really happy that Mitsie was renamed Hannah; it's SO much better. Mitsie is such a chihuahua.
I think I'm scared.
Of everything.
And I hate being angry at my parents
But two days running I have again had to deal with the Child.
And my friends had to deal with the Child.
Had to see the Child.
Had to hear the Child.
Had to know the Child was still alive.
I wish it wold die
So I could be free of it
So he could be free of it
So I could stop hating
And stop debating
With myself
About taking sleeping pills
To make the pain drift into sleep
All day
About causing pain
As a release.
I think I'm addicted to being happy
I think it will be the death of me.