Diary Of A Lost Cause

Ticking time bomb...

Dear diary...

~side note~ this is just a small vent.. Ect ect.

So , as I have officially moved to Scotland, I'm trying to live, like live live... But as I have only a "trial" period up here in Scotland my dads up my ass about college and other things, on top of that I'm struggling with my anxiety still and depression is lurking in there somewhere, ON TOP OF THAT my split personality is out for a play....

I hurt my kitten (the actual human I call kitten not the animal) apparently I fought with her or something and I was giving her like extreme death glares and apparently I ended up slamming her against a door with my hand around her neck..... I really hate myself for it, like extremely, and it's not the first time I hurt her. Or the first time I "changed" per say.... It's still my body but it's not my head or actions.

I'm sick and I need to fix myself, end of discussion.

Now that we've covered that shit, let's get back to reality. My dads ragging in about college which I'm unable to go to because I haven't lived in Scotland long enough, ( I need to be living here for at least two-three months, which sucks because I can't get a dentist or doctor over here until then. So I'm stuck with toothache and my head is trying to commit me into a mental asylum. Isn't that lovely.

Anyway thanks fuckers , see you later.

-end of diary entries, until something drastic happens-