Whenever I'm really upset, I turn to him. Why? I don't know. Stupid? Of course it is, but when did anything I do ever make sense. It's not like I even expect him to help, he doesn't. He digusts me... but yet everytime... I would just delete him from my phone, but I figure it's better to talk to someone that disgusts me, then to talk to nobody, right?
So, I thought that cutting was going to be a teenage thing. You know, something I'd easily age out of, and even though I'm still a teenager, I'm an adult now. I should know better. But nothing ever turns out as planned. It's followed me into adulthood, and I'm not sure what my excuse is this time.
I can't believe she told my dad. Well, I guess I can believe it, but still, I did not want my dad to know. He didn't really react, but I'm not upset over that. It's not some big shock anymore, it barely seems to matter anymore. I didn't want attention, so I don't think I mind, but I don't feel any better, so I don't know.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!
I don't know what the point of this was, I can't think through anything right now, so this entire blog was a waste of space.
Turtle.
P.S. I'm sick. It fucking sucks.
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