I said I was going to kill myself.Well I'm not. I couldn't get enough guts. I sometimes wish I could, but my friends and family mean too much! I couldn't leave everybody like that. My spirit's guilt would live on. I was sooooooooo close though. I was like that close. (--) that close. I swear i might start cutting myself. UGH!! I don't want to but I think it's the only way I can get it across to my mom that my life is not good. I'm not even allowed to punch a pillow or scream. She labels it as attitude and her theripist tells her that it's too violent and that she wants to set a good, non-violent (A.K.A hippie) way to take care of my anger. UGGGGGGGGGGG!! This is screwed up!!
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