In no more than a month my entire life will be uprooted from here to the other side of the country.

I was finally okay with everything and I had friends and maybe a boy and a beautiful house and a lovely cat and a fantastic school and they just want to take that away and expect me to be cool with it.

hey dad, maybe if you listened once in a while you’d realize how happy I am for once. I haven’t cut myself in over three weeks and suicide’s been off the mind for months and now I just don’t know. it took me eight years to get used to this town and grow to love it and people can’t just expect me to be happy with a new one within two seconds.

‘maybe in two months you’ll realize it was the best thing we’ve ever done’

or maybe in two months I won’t be alive to think that.