Almost

I almost want to tell you everything. I almost want to come clean and tell you that I need help, and lots of it. I want to, but I couldn't. It would ruin the fragile reality that you have about my life.

I can't stay at this school any longer. I'm actually going insane there. And the teachers aren't helping, only hurting me more. I want to transfer out of here as soon as possible. But could that happen? Mom, would you listen if I told you I wanted to go somewhere far? Would you let me go?

It would be the best thing for me, to get out of this hell-hole.