didunt even get out the door

well lastnight whent… well when i landed it knocked all the wind out of me i gave one hell of a yelp should of kept my trap shut chould of bled out cos of my arm insted mum came out and you can just imagin how much she freeked out i feel so sorry for her thay wiped all the blood of my arm and bandaged it up couldent beare the imbarisment of a suicidel son how whould that efect them and there reputashion “oh my” takes the piss im not upset i didunt die any more im up set cos my mum and dad care more about what people would say at my funarel or when thay found out i was in a and e than the fact im in this hell the blod is still comeing out of my arm dick heads thay wonder why thay later found me in haft a bottel of spirits one of there littel things from france i dear say thay were pissed about that and forget what i did well thay sent me to bed and put the bottel back in the same place thinking that i would fall asleep like a good littel boy stuped fuckes 😀 much drinking was done theres not much left in there apart from a bottel of red XD the look on there faces this morning was well if you can imagine a 17 year old with 6 bottels of strong brandey wiskey and vodka scaterd around him with the bigest smile on his face the world ever did see well what did thay expect im still horificly drunk cant whate till i get the hangover im happy now even if i am pissed off at them but im shure my dark sens of humore and druken bliss will be replaced by the same cold darkness… im fed up of this im fed up of every time i do anything i always come back to the cold