Written on February 8th, 2013
I am going to kill myself soon. I can't stand being beaten and sexually abused by my parents. School I horrible all the teachers hate me. All my classmate hate me and call me word and emo and ugly. I just don't talk anymore the less I talk the more scars. I cut. I cut a lot. They are getting deeper it's an addiction. But as the blood drips I feel the emotional pain go out it doesn't go away forever but the feeling even for a second that there aren't a thousand pounds on my shoulders feel great. I don't know I have pills in my drawer I bought bleach. I don't want to. But I feel if I so I won't suffer anymore. The only reason I wouldn't is because of my brothers but I just don't know how long I can take this.