I always think about what happened in my life for me to feel like this,
but I can never think of the answer.
My friend and I, I will call her "A", decided to runaway. Her
parents were always giving her shit about the way she looked and acted
and my mom was just fed up with me. I had gotten expelled from 2 schools
in 2 years because of drugs. It was to the point where she doesn't even
look at me anymore and we don't talk, unless we are screaming at each
other. We had everything planned out, where we were going, how we were
going to get there ect. but it didn't happen.
live in a small town about 40 min. from Minneapolis, WI. We got a ride
into Minneapolis but then we didn't have a place to stay. The first week
was horrible. It was cold, snowing and we had no where to go. "A"
started talking about coming home but I talked her out of it, our parents
would kill us if we went home. So we ended up walking around, looking
for a place to stay for the night and get something to eat.
We have been gone for a month now, and still have no clue on what we are
doing. But there is no way in hell that I am ever going back home, never.
I would rather die on the streets then go back to a home where no one
gives a fuck about me. (and trust me, I know how messed up that sounds)
I am writing this from a public library, but it is going to close soon
so "A" and I have to go and try to find somewhere to stay for
the night. IF anyone has any advice on what we should do or if you know
of a place where we can stay, please let me know! You can e-mail me at
this address (email address deleted). We will check that e-mail
every once in awhile.
I will up-date this story as it unfolds. Thanks for listening.
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