Day 3
Death has been knocking on my door day in and day out I can’t keep being my parents fucking rag doll. They laugh when I tell them that someone told me I look like a rat and i’m a waste of oxgen. Honestly I can’t take this shit anymore. Today they left me home to clean the house again by myself again, while they went shopping. While they were gone I was crying while cleaning. And thinking there is a full drawer of knives in that kitchen right there I could take one and slit every piece of skin that was visible. What if I killed myself before they had gotten home. Rub my bloody arms and legs against the walls writing ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I wish they could only appreciate me. But no to them i’m a lazy ass horrible daughter who has done drugs and cut herself. There is no hope in this world for a girl like me.
