im fuuuuuuuuuuuucked off! until friday i thought that my mum might have had cancer but thankfully (after loads of tests) she doesnt. im just glad she doesnt have to go through what i did. steph shouted out that im a self harmer to anyone who could hear about 4 or 5 times, so now those that dont know why i wear long sleeves or a wristband now know. thanks Bitch. party on sat...well had just had a "family outing" which went kinda ok, unless you count all the pent up anger we were all trying to supress...so went to the party later, 2 people cried, craig walked off, into the woods, i was trying to console mandi n keep everyone happy n eventually gave up, went the opposite way to where everyone was, uver used a punch bag n skinned my knuckle, while 2 people were crying n getting attention, i cried ina corner n noone saw, just as i wanted, so noone gave a shit about me. so i went home, the next day felt like i was gunna have a panic attack if i didnt self harm, managed to hold back until 5pm-ish but what can i say?...im weak...i give up. roll on vicious circle and you know what? JUTS BECAUSE YOU PLAY GUITAR N HAVE LYRICS A 6 YR OLD COULD WRITE IT DOESNT MEAN YOUR A ROCK-FUCKING-STAR! it takes a bit more than that. thats not for those of you with actual talent, im talking about all those shitty little bands who sing off key n try to be "punk" when in reality they r manufactured sugar-coated pop who can just about play 2 chords