Dear God,
Why do you force me to live? I have asked so long to be taken somewhere else. I don't belong here anymore, I never did. I am tired of the hurt, I am tired of not being able to say what I feel, and when I do, it always comes out bad anyway. What is the point of feelings? They do nothing but harm. Why force me to stay here year after year when I seem unable to change things? I have tried so many times, and so many different ways to change myself and make something of my life, but I am stuck and I am stuck here, and if I had a switch I could press to leave, I would, I swear. I might not have the guts to take my life, but if there were a way to just flick a switch, it would be so damn easy.
Kate.