January 25 was my daddy's
birthday. He died January 22 2001. I'm almost 15 now, but as
the years keep passing by, it feels like a die a little more
inside. I get so depressed sometimes, I resort to cutting. I know
it's bad, and i've tried to stop but it's like an
addiction. Some people think that since you physically abuse
yourself your phycotic. But no that's not the case, most people
are done with their lives, but can resort to suicide. Some are
depressed, and unhappy about their looks or body. Me, I miss my
dad. He'll always be in my heart no matter what, and I know I
have to grow up and move on with my life, but for now just for now,
I'm going to grieve and cry as much as I want <3
January 25 was my daddy's birthday. He died January 22 2001.
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Jan 29, 2012 12:33am
