Sunday, March 13, 2011

Broken

I just can't feel safe anymore. Not behind these doors, not behind these walls- I can't find comfort in my own home. God, I hate those kids. I honestly wish they were dead so I wouldn't have to be afraid. I honestly wish I knew that they were dead. And it would truly make me happier. God, am I failing? I think so.
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