So so fucked off. Everything is getting to me. I keep punching walls and shit, even if the slightest thing occurs. My knuckles are all tingly. If my sister wasn’t such a fucking whore I might be happier. If my other sister wasnt so much of a bitchy spoilt brat I might be happier. If my Mum wasnt constantly drunk/asking for money/controlling me beyond anything I might be happy. If Dad wasnt locking himself away, being just so distant, this house might be nice. And my brother is too wierd to do anything with, talk to, walk past, sit near. If I was able to go to town to find a job, I would be happier, but Mum fucks everything up. Then asks why Im always so depressed. Friends still mean nothing to me. Noone means anything anyway. And im horrible to everyone when they talk to me. Or dont even talk.
I hope when I go back to school, I am marginely happier. I better be. Fuck sake.
