I don't know how I've managed to stay in this house. Right at this moment, I should be out of here. Just walkinng out. Every time I open my mouth, there's some comment of disapproval on my mother's part. But then again, why should I care about what she says? I aways say I don't care, but suppose that's just another façade that I want to get rid of. I want it to be *true*. I really want to not care. Why can't she just leave me be? Every day I get closer and closer to the edge, and it's a place I've been to far too many times, and I don't want to go back....
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