I sometimes want to die. I look out the window to see if the height is enough to kill me. My life is absolute s*** right now. It is obvious my parents want a divorce, but they wont because of me. They fight, and come crying to me saying they want a divorce. They say sorry, and then it just goes away. But then it comes back. It always does. My sister is trash. She doesn’t do s***. And Im also trash. I always try, but it’s never enough. Nobody loves me in this world. This sick fucked up world is where I belong, and I hate that. I hate my friends, I hate my family, I hate my f****** Christian school, and I hate myself. I think, if I die, will the people that have hurt me regret what they have done? Will killing be enough to make them regret?
