a rant about this fucked up life

Brothers or brother. (prob 7 [too angry and broken to write it out])

Brothers or brother.
I.
Hate.
My.
Fucking.
Brother.

I've had it. I can't stand it ant more all he does is abuse me. Today he punched me repeatedly. My mother saw nothing. I could have broken his arm, but what's the point?

I'll have a few bruises tomorrow so what?

I don't fucking care.
I'm so fucking done with life.

My best friend is pissed at me. And I've only have my internet friends. And I want to meet them in person so fucking bad. But I can't.

So I'm just fucking done. Their the only ones I have left. So fuck it. I'm done. I'm out I'll cutting. Tonight. I'll get that dam blade and cut have no regrets.

I'll break my dam promises.

Their dead anyways.

Singing off.
~Samantha

(Written two days ago. Stilll can't get that dam screw undone to get my blade)