i persuaded my parents to take me out on my skates. we drove to the riverside, and made our way along the prom. i skated past the town hall, speeding up. i had some fun with going fast, jumping and practicing tricks. eventually, i slowed down. i kept a steady pace and took in my surroundings. i watched as the sun painted the sky with vibrantly diverse colours. i saw as the sun lit the buildings, hitting them with a golden light. i stared at the skyline, recognising each building and picturing its location. despite the beauty the sunset brought, don't get the idea that i stood viewing idyllic scenery in a small town. no, i was staring down a city. it had skyscrapers, victorian buildings, hostility, cars, sexism, hotels, shops, violence, libraries, museums, pollution, restaurants and racism. but it is pulchritudinous in some areas. it's people, though occasionally immoral and unkind, have the capability for companionship and try to engage in teamwork. it's buildings, though built for functionality as opposed to image can change with your perception. it is where i would leave to, if i ever could. but now i come to my subject. i have arrived at my reason for writing. i have finally understood that i cannot leave. there is nothing i can do, except try to get on with my life. i need to make it to the later stages of my life, so causing the end of my life is no longer an option. taking flight is unrealistic, there is an exceedingly low chance of survival. i am not powerless. there are things i can do to ease the way i'm feeling. when times change, i will be free to stay out of my home as much as possible. when a curfew is inflicted, i will make it as late as it can be. i have friends whose houses i can stay at, people i can reach out to. anything to get away from this hopeless life and dysfunctional family.
