Got yelled at for putting on my hoodie, and my shoes, and for the outfit I chose. For spiking up my hair. The colors of make up I chose to put on. By my Dad. His girlfriend came I guess to fuss at me and found me in my room crying, arguing with myself, my medicine spills on the floor. Yes, I am an emotional wreck, Dad. Yes, I'm gonna die soon, probably. Oh, Dad, look at Lily, she just walked out in a stripper outfit with a bottle of sake. Gee, Dad. Thanks. I'M GOING INSANE. Does anyone...anyone want to just talk...? Y'know...hang out...? I'm just lonely...