I need out of here.

I need out of here so bad.

It was bad enough when I was getting a constant inferiority complex from being around my mother, but now DeAnna's getting it too. We feel like NOTHING we do is up to her Ever So Perfect standards, and the way she talks to us, I'm fairly well certain that, even though she denies it vehemently, she looks down on us because of it. Because we're worse than her. After all, we aren't going to the levels of selfless whoring out sacrifice that she did when she raised me and my sister.

Not to mention that now it seems like any time anything happens here, it's our fault.

Except when we try to point this out, then it becomes OH ME OH MY I GUESS I'M JUST THE WICKED WITCH TIME TO STEAL SOULS AND SLIT MY WRISTS. I'm really sick of this. I need out. I need a way to get OUT of this shithole state, OUT of this nigh-abusive household...

I need to get back to Texas somehow.
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