Yes, mother, I'm so fucking sorry I forgot how horrible your life is. God...you don't know half the shit I live with, so stop complaining. Christ, I hate how you compare yourself to me. I hate how you act like you have so many fucking hardships - but you have none. You don't have anything on your plate. It's always my attitude, or how I can't do anything right, or how I give you lip. Well, guess what? Next year you won't have to fucking deal with that anymore. Wait. If I'm alive then. Yes, if I'm alive then. I've been fucking suicidal lately, mother. Slicing myself to ribbons, overdosing on pills, and burning myself until I go numb and can't