Hellhole to Hetalia Heaven [ADOPTED BY @pastalover11]

Chapter 1~ FML.

*AN: All of this is true with the exception of names and that I cut. I don't, though I have thought of doing it. (Plz don't jugde)* Also, this chapter is written kinda like a diary entry or something like that...

Facts about me:

-I hate my mother (mostly)

-I don't belong here

-I want to go home

        Basically, in the past few months, my mom has made my life a chaotic hell-hole. She decided in April that as of early August, we would be moving to South Carolina.

        Sound like heaven on a silver platter? NO! I'm from a rural area of Western New York, and so is everyone on my dad's side of the family. (They've been divorced for six years, did I mention that?) I've never moved within memory, let alone so far so suddenly. So yeah, my mom and I aren't on friendly terms most of the time. I've become very good at avoiding her physically and emotionally.

        It's made my depression worse. I feel detached anymore. I feel like I don't physically exist anymore, I'm just emotional and mental turmoil. I went from thinking I might hate myself to utterly loathing my own existence. It helps a little when I slice the blade against my skin, letting my blood flow from the wound I create. Strange that no one has noticed the cuts, except for Erica. She used to do it too, and she keeps me from doing worse. From taking my own life, like I've wanted to for the past three and a half months.

        And Hetalia, my salvation. It's practically the only sanity I have left. Whenever I feel truly trapped, I read Hetalia fanfictions on Wattpad. I'll sit in bed for hours nonstop, day after day, just reading. Or I'll watch an MMD or an episode.

        But now, I'm in the passenger seat of a U-Haul truck, glaring out the window. My only thought being 'FML.'