aug 9th

August 9th 2013, 5:54pm. Devastion was on the rise. My father had died then from being in a coma from an overdose of drugs. Now almost 8 months later I am just done, I can’t be around any longer, I feel like when I’m in school everything we talk about is conected to my parents. My mom dosnt have that much money as an average person, we r not poor, but we do rent for like 700$ among the 4 of us and its a small space. My mom dosnt notice I’m depressed or strugle in school because I try my best for her. And there is only one person I talk to all the time which is my bestfriend who was kind like a stepdaughter to my dad. And she tells me not to cut myself but ive only done it twice, on my left arm it says dad. And on my belly there’s a cross. But no one noticed, but she is the only one who knows cuz I told her. And at school kids call me fat and ugly and a loser which is mostly just the popular kids but I stood up to them. And they don’t bother me as much anymore. But right now just thinking about my dad is sad and I feel like talking a bottle of sleeping pills. And I keep telling my mom I want therpay and she says she’s trying to find someone but she’s not she closes her door in my face all the time and everyday gets high atleast once.