NickTwisp

Youth In Revolt
2001-03-16 00:38:48 (UTC)

I may have come on a little..

I may have come on a little strong the other day. It is
just that I have so much to say, but I cannot talk to my
parents about it. My parents are so concieted. They judge
me all the time. I sometimes want to murder them. A lot has
happened since the last time that we talked. I am no longer
friends with Isis. I got mad at her when she came into the
AOL room that I was in which is a room to help people where
I council at. I do severe problems like suicide, cutting,
kids wanting to blow up their schools. What does she do?
She begins to complain because she cannot chose between 5
guys. Then when a person who had a real problem and wanted
to commit suicide came in, she made fun of them. I could
have killed her. Then Saturday, EBA came on and was
bitching about how no one likes her, and no one listens to
her, she called me an untrue friend, and then proceeded to
tell me that her mom beat her.

"Do you have any bruises Eba?"

"well, no."

"Eba, your mom didn't really hit you then, I am sick and
tired of your god damn lying. You don't know what abuse is."

"what makes you think that?"

"umm EBA, look at Jason, that is real abuse, you haven't
been hit a day in your life."

"Shut up"

"I am sorry to be so blunt, but no one really feels your
mom is abusive."


She signed off. She will not talk to me, and told everyone
that I told her off. That is what she needs, someone to
tell her off. I am so mad right now. I just want to cut
myself until I bleed to death. I had a dream last night. I
dreamed that I walked up to Franks house, and he handed me
a knife, and I cut myself. I woke up comforted by the pain
that I felt where I cut in my dream. I was even bleeding. I
didn't see any cut though. That was 1:30. Then at 3:30, my
mother woke me up and demanded that I clean my room. She
went to be at 5:00 p.m. Last night, that doesn't mean that
everyone else did. Because I yelled at her, my mother took
away my Frank Sinatra album. I cannot take it anymore. To
make matters worse, my father called today. He told me that
he was glad when the state took me away, and that he hoped
they did it again, but this time for good. I am beginning
to think that it is a good idea. How about tonight?




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