The situation is more and more bad and sometimes I try to cut myself but I don't believe that this will be the solution at all my problems... I have an idea... First point: I can't cry and cry... Writing is a good idea but... In a moment my day became more black... For a reason, the saddest reason... Bullying and my parents. I want to scream and destroy all the object in this house. What is the fuckin' reason? Why nothing understand me?
