Well. My grandmother hates me.
I don't know what I did.
But whatever I say she always screams at me about giving her an attitude.
Like no.
I have a certain way I talk.
I have an attitude when I talk.
I just do.
To certain people it exists more.
She is one of those people.
I do everything I can to help her out and she goes and treats me like shit.
She called me and I quote "A worthless piece of crap."
I have no clue what I did.
I can't wait to get home.
In my room.
With my music...

YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Cutter
RandomWarning: May be triggering. This is my story. My diary. I will update as often as I can.