I am sick of my parents. Not that what they are pushing me to become isn't in some way benneficial, but what that is is not what I am. I wish I knew more of what was going on in other peoples lives but I cant seem to get others to realize the value of my life(if there is any) I understand the implications of taking my own life but if I was gone would it really matter to anyone. I know I have pondered on such before and have even come to the statement that life's goodness and badness can be rated on how many times you think about slitting your wrists and letting your life spill across the floor, but it never seemed to appeal to me to miss out on anything that could happen to me by living. at present it seems that nothing I will miss will be worth it. Such goes depression. understandable I deserve to be emo but I gave up that excuse long ago and just failed to realize it. I have good freinds and an awesome brother, I get good grades and I dont have to worry about much, even if I dont have a girlfreind am not particularly popular and never get to do anything because my parents are emotionally abusive and dont give a shit about me. I wish I only had the emotional stamina to never become so fucked over as I am now. DAMN! sorry but I need to releive some pent up anger. I have been so nonchalistic for so long that I now need to vent. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! maybe I can forget about my problems tonight. maybe.