blog #2

that goddamn church. i loved it when i was merely 7. i remember that one photo of me and my sister, but she's now in some.. investigation school club or something, i don't know.
i'm thinking about moving, this country has me nauseous. i cannot properly do my homework here or think of my future if all i'm believing in here is the fact i could die any second.
i want to help people
help a friend
whatever
but everything can be against me.
everything, anything.
yet this dreadful filling fills me with comfort that only home could give me.
they left a 17 year old to fend by himself , what am i even supposed to do now?