I see our freedom in my sight.

After this year, I'll have one year left.

Then I'll be out of here, and you better believe I won't be looking back.

I hate this home. I don't even think I can call it home, home is where you're supposed to feel, happy, secure, loved.

I feel these things more at school.

And hell, today at Flara's I felt like I had a real family. People I can sit there and talk to, about anything.

I told her all of the problems I'm having with my home life.

I don't tell anyone about those problems. (Except for Heather.)

But I sat there and I spilled everything out.

I want my family to be like that.

Today, I've never felt so accepted.

I could sit there, talk about things I liked, the things I disliked.

These people here.

They aren't my family.

This year, Ms. Flara has been more of a mother to me than my actual mother ever has.

I talked to her, about everything, she didn't judge, didn't make comments, she just listened.

That's all I want.

I want my family to be like what I had today.

People who won't judge me.

People who won't call me a failure.

And most definitely have faith in me, and who will listen.

-Hannah

xo