Lately, I've had the urge to commit suicide. Mainly cuz of the shit head called a father. Before, I was too afraid to even try to harm myself but right now, I'm sitting here, digging my nails into my wrist, trying to see how many times I'll need to do it to see blood draw out.
Like shit, parents only raise you because they want to look good in society, because your blood related, I get to use them as my social standing or some shit. There's the conscious people who do it and the unconscious.
I consider my parents both. They want the perfect child unconsciously but make it so that the kid has good social morals consciously. And I still didn't draw any blood.
I guess I'll be ripping my wrist all night before I see anything.
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