2 points past broken

The alternator is broken.  I'm stuck in this house for who knows how long, with my father no less.  I want to...Smash my face into the bathroom mirror, not to be self destructive, but just to have something to do.  He's insane.  I'm too stressed.  I can barely get up in the morning.  I'm truly poor, with 40 dollars to my name. There's absolutely nothing to eat here except frozen stir fry. I'm dropping out of school, or the one class I have left anyway.  In my rush back into education (and to prove to myself I wasn't as stupid as I felt living with 10 students and not being one myself) I was completely oblivious to the memory that I've consistently done poorly in school because of the same depressing and stressful living situation I returned to.  I'm not even writing anymore.  I just can't bring myself to care.  I'm not returning to school until I get away from this place, which will hopefully be soon.  I'd leave now, but...

~someone calls me..., someone one looks for me.