I don’t use this shit really but in the past week or so shits been really fucked and I just want to write this all down somewhere because it’s all bottled up in my head. For the past two years nothing anybody says or does to me affects me. Whether it’s good or bad I’m indifferent. I’ve heard it all. If someone told me I should kill myself it wouldn’t affect me because I’ll be doing just that soon enough, and there’s nothing that could change my mind about killing myself. Nothing anyone can do or say that will make me suddenly think living is […]
I am scared of living. When I take what I hope is the final step I can only count on it working out. I can’t leave my loyal dog behind. My “Family” (those who I live with) have threatened to give him away to a shelter several times. My dog is more like family to be then most of them ever were. (With the exception of my brother) I am 16 and I didn’t have money of my own to get my dog to get put to sleep up until Christmas. My brother and I’s money combined is just enough to do this. I love […]
I am the youngest in my family. I’m not close to anyone in my family except my brother (1 year age difference). When I was born I had two older (half) sisters who were about 8 and 6. I remember getting blamed for everything. They used to frame me and nobody ever believed that I was truly innocent. Even now, when they’re young-adults and no longer live here, I get blamed for anything bad happening in my parents life. I guess it’s easy to blame me. My father has a horrible temper and my mother has a personality of a mean school girl. This is […]