I don't really have any now. I don't want to become homeless. Maybe that counts.

If my safety net disappears (aka my mother), then I'll have to exit myself sharpish before I can get removed from our house by the council. That'll be ok though. My dad and brother died here too.

I don't see a future. Kind of hard to have dreams, then. Thinking like this makes me feel so terribly sad when my mood is anything approaching normal, but it's not negotiable.

I just wish I could be safe, but nothing is.