I hate this place. You make me sick, do you get that? YOU MAKE ME SICK! When i'm home, I start having fucking panick attacks when I hear you moving around downstairs, or whatever. I am starting to fucking pull out my hair because I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU, and I have phantom itches all over my body, and I WANT TO RIP MY SKIN OFF, and I scratch myself bloody without even realising what I am doing until it's too late, just so I can DEAL. I hate being home. i'm fine in school, or when you're not at home. But when you're home, mom, YOU MAKE ME SICK!I wish I never had to go home anymore. I hate this so, so, so much. I want out. I want to get away from here.
I can't deal with this anymore, I just can't. I want to GET OUT NOW and never come back. I can't do my senior's year like this. I can't do this anymore.
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