All I feel like doing lately is cry and sleep. This place is stressing me out. The stress is wearing me out. They wonder why I always put myself down. They say I can't do anything right, they say I'm making wrong decisions; they call me immature and say I don't know anything. I'm supposed to be getting out soon, but no one really knows what's going to happen. I'm going insane, people always on my case and pissing me off, my clothes are disappearing, and I'm the one who is really wanting to disappear from this thing they call a family. I hate hypocrites. They're always contradicting themselves and lying to me. They say I'm the one who is the liar. I'm tired of it, being left out, hated on, called names. Dissed because of what I wear, what I want, and how I act and feel about things different than they do. They think they're perfect, yet really they're very far from it. They try to tell me how to live my life, but they say they're not dictators, tell me I'm scared of commitment, of letting people get close to me. They tell me my boyfriend is a bad kid, but won't tell me why. They keep things from me that are important about my life. I'm glad I'm getting out of there soon, or I might not want to be around at all much longer.