Left home today.

I'll never get the help I need because I'm too weak to admit this to my parents or try and find a therapist on my own. I couldn't take it anymore. I left home a few hours ago. I'm at a public library now typing this. I'm sorry God ut H to me now is too important. It's too much apart of my life to just leave it behind. My dealer, Dre said I could stay with him for a little bit. I might die because I'm too proud or guilty to admit anything or care about my safety. my parent's have been calling my phone nonstop. I'm surprised they didn't cancel it.