I hope you know how much hurt you cause me everyday. I dread going home to you, a horrible home that I get yelled at everyday. You make me want to run away and go live on the streets, just like you say you will make me do. 2 B's on a midterm report card and you yell at me and say I will never go to university. You remind me everyday I will not go to university, even suggested that I will become a construction worker. You say that I can drop out of high school and live on the streets, when that is the opposite of what I want. What I really want is to get away from you.