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I Don't Know

There is a place in LA for homeless LGBTQ+ that offers accommodations for youths who have been abandoned.

I'm terrified of what might happen if I left home, but this might be an only way to freedom.

It sounds absolutely insane, going all the way from the tiny suburbs I live in to LA, miles and miles and miles away from everything I've ever known. I don't know how I would get there, and it would be extremely difficult.

There is a home for people like me half a world away, and I don't know if I would be able to make it.

My family are on the verge of kicking me out and almost did until I lied and told them I had "come to my senses." I can't keep this up for long and I'm terrified of what's going to happen when I slip up.

The video I watched showed a boy, and his parents kicked him out. Bad things happened to him, horrible things, drugs and rape until he attempted suicide.

That happens to real people. Real people like me.

This isn't making me sad, this is hope. This is my only hope in a world of darkness where if two words slipped out my future would be destroyed.

Now, even if it may be small, I have a chance.

It's stupid, thinking someone as young as me could make it across the country with just twenty dollars. It would be nearly impossible to get there, but if I tried really hard i could start working and saving up so when things go bad I have at least something to fall back on.

I don't know.

I don't know when I'm gonna mess up.

I don't know how I'm gonna get there.

I don't know if I'll even get there.

I don't know if I should try.

All I do know is that there's a hope for kids like me, and that's something.