Losing The Life

Well i dont care anymore. Mitch is leaving because its easier to live with alex, we are giving up the house because its falling apart and we cant afford it anymore, and i have no idea what treasures we will be able to save. I think im the only person that feels anything? Mitch is all shits & giggles, mom is getting ready to go to brazil again, and all that they ask me again is if im going to have another siezure since i look depressed?

I started cutting.

More like scratching?

Just a razor blade, one quick pass, barely even making a mark on the skin, and almost no blood coming out, not even an inch long, running parole to the veins not perpendicular. just to let the pain and anger out.

There are so many memories im going to lose, not just in my head.

Bert's walking stick, grandmother's statues, the list keeps going... so many things i wont be able to bring.

AND A 45 OR 60 MINUTE COMUTE!?!?!?