I still can't shake the feeling that nobody cares - that they wouldn't notice if I disappeared off the face of the earth. Yet I keep fighting and I won't stop until I find someone that makes me feel like I'm somebody.

I'm actually starting to believe that's possible, I'm finally happy - but I'm sure that's because I'm getting closer to the date where I'm rid of my phsyco family.

Life would be so much easier, if I could fly. I'd leave this shitty town and find something so much better for myself. Fresh start.

I honestly believe that I'm going to hit a dead end - I have no sense of direction and I've forgotten what I was waiting for. That scares me more than words can say.