Feb 6

I can't leave my room without fighting with someone in this house. I need to leave. I need to get my own apartment but to do that I need a job. I wish I wasn't me. I'm too scared to do something as simple as get a job and I'm too scared and weak to kill myself. I think it's mostly because I don't like pain. But followed closely by I don't know what would happen after. I mean if I was sure I'd see my dad I don't think I'd be as scared. In fact I might actually go about killing myself just to see him again but the thing is no one knows what will happen after death. I only have what I think would happen. And I don't think that anything would happen. Anyway. Back to the moving out thing. I'd really like to. specially since my brother keeps being an asshole and how my mother is always taking a joke so seriously so that we start fighting. I hate how my little brother acts like such an angel when it's me who's being yelled at. I ask him how to turn on the tv to watch down here because me and my mother fought and he goes 'I'm not telling you go apologize to her.' when he's done way worse. It pisses me off. If I'm lucky(which I never am) I can get out of here soon or perhaps get ill and die. Either way I hope it happens soon.