One day, I had enought and jumped out of my window, out of a miracle, I wasn't harmed. Since then my mom decided to lock the windows, and I understand her, I understand her impotence. there are a lot of ways I could end my own life, and I've been thinking about them for a while now, again. but after some meditation, I understood that only I can change my life, the thing is: things ARE going to get better soon. I'll go to school (at this point, im homeschooled), I'll know more people, I'll make new friends, we'll get a new house, I'll get a new 'toy', but the thing is: all of it is in a sad "will", I don't know if I can wait any longer, im tired of waiting, im tired of the boredom, so im guessing this is my little plea to our sea, to the void, to the air. Take care, do new things, bye.