Well, when I imagined myself carving a word into my skin, I always thought it would be inspirational. Not DEAD on my right arm where anyone could see it. I don't know what to do anymore nothing makes sense anymore. my dad just yells and breaks things and screams that he's done with this fucking world and then never does anything. he just forgets. for once i actually wish i was like my dad so i ould just forget everything. when people see my arm, they'll be upset. i don' tknow why because i jus can't understand what i'm worth. i don't know why i'm so depressed. compared to othe rpeoples lives, mine isn't that bad.
in other news i found the pencil sharpener i mentioned in my other blog. so i have to go and be a bad person. i'll tell whoever reads this what i tell my brothers:
some examples shouldn't be followed.