I figured out why I ran away in the first place. I tried to run from myself, ending up in a police station with my mom crying, and my dad being severely disappointed. They only did that because they were sad I came back. They don't care, the never did and never will. I don't think anyone cares. I can't cry because I'm too tired. I don't even want to breathe. If god cares, he'll let me slip away.