Yeah... this is just something i wrote a while ago in summer before school started. I was depressed.

Old cursed memories rise to the surface from my horrid past. They burn my mind, causing me to go insane. I sit here, listening to my angry music, thinking there is no hope for me. At the end of this month I will have to go back to that horrible place. The place that sits on top of the gateway to hell. Where the demons are. The demon children wait for me, they want to torture me. I sit and think to myself, ‘I will not sit here and rot away. I will not sit here and be tormented by the demons of my past. I will get out of here. I will leave this place!!! I will not sit here and let my dreams fade away. I will get out of here.’