Tomorrow I can either run away or kill myself. I can't face telling the truth. I've told some very big lies and by Thursday it will all be out in the open and there's no way round it. I'm so scared about running away. I've nowhere to go and I will hate myself all the time. I won't feel anything if I kill myself but then there's no chance of happiness. Where there's life there's hope but I don't think I'm strong enough.