I'm so done wit h you
This morning my dad decided to tell me that I'm a horrible person, and that I am a complete b*tch. I wasn't even doing anything this time, it was 5:45, and I was trying to find a cami to wear to school and he was annoyed because I "wasn't fast enough." I told my mom what happened, and she looked at me and said "No he didn't Maggie." It's great to know that not only does my father hate me, but my mom doesnt believe me that he says these things to me. I also realized he does this because he still hasnt accepted that he is a reason I am depressed, and cut my wrists. Dad, you are probably one of the biggest reasons, along with a few others. Your words hurt me more then you understand, and you say you regret some things you have said to me, but you still haven't stopped and they are still there in the back of my mind. Haunting me. Killing me mentally. I have came to believe I am a "b*tch," "worthless," "stupid," "concedded," and "only care about myself." Thanks dad for changing my for the rest of my life.




Sorry  this    is    sooo    long,   if   you  read  this    it   means   a  lot.



You're not alone . I understand you .