confussed, depressed, lonely, suicidal, obsessive compulsive and INSANE. Thats me. i cut myself again last night. Just another load of wounds ontop of the rest. Another load of scars ontop of the ones that burn inside. I hate my life with a passion, and i want to die. I sound like a fucking stupid teen saying this but im sick of my dad beating my mum im sick of my sisters never involving me. Im sick of being an outcast in 'my' circle of 'friends' and im sick of being pushed around by my dad and mum. I would think my mum would understand with her getging beaten by my dad aswell not to beat me. But what goes around comes around i supose. Oh well im gonna go smoke, cut, drink who knows. Open some more fucking wounds in my body because of them. Because of me. Because of him.