Hey guys, its been awhile. but i wanted to let you all know what's going on. on November 25th my parents walked me down to the door after getting in a fight. my dad says, "go." I step out the door in 30 degree weather with no shoes. I stepped in a lot of glass, my feet got so cold where some parts of them were dead. I walked a mile to the nearest gas station going south. As i walked up to the station, a car pulls in and a girl a little older than me, asks me if im okay and if i need a ride. i had denied it, expecting that theyre going to hurt me. I ended up giving in for the family to give me a ride. thank god they were good people, otherwise that would have been my last night. They dropped me off at my best friends house, i spent the rest of the morning there (midnight to 9am) until the cops came and got me after searching for me all night. they had all sources on me looking for me. i was stubborn enough to not tell my mom that i was ok.
The point of this was to tell you not to give up on yourself, if you ever feel unloved, remember that your parents do love you and they care a LOT. i never thought that, but now i wish i did. i wouldnt have put myself into a hole if i believed that they loved me. it was a stubborn and selfish decision that i made. I didnt go back home without being brought back home. If i had never left, then i wouldnt be in this mess. anyway, this was a really long message but i needed to get my thoughts and feelings off my chest somehow. considering i dont really have friends except for him. my best friend. and i might have ruined everything with him too. ugh, im sorry. ill cut this msg off now. bye guys, ily!