its sad when you know where their priorities lie.
god damn i didn't realize how many people had it fairly worse then me.
i almost got sent to rehab though. i would cry maybe once a month when i lived out there, because when i first got out there i would cry 24/7 because i was alone and shit... i swallowed a whole bunch of pills, my stupid ass at the time.. but all i did was throw them up. i believe in God, but not to a crazy point, i believe he's there for you when your alone and shit because thats all i had out there was a bible, i think he had plans for me, not do that to myself, but my dad didn't think that, he just thought i was mental and called a bunch of institutes. i ran away. and yeah