my eternal suffering
this is my first and maybe my last livejournal entry. everytime i look in the mirror i get the urge to throw up. im discusted at what i am. ever since that one time i was beaten by my father when i was younger ive been searching for ways to get back at him. i finally found that way, threw a razor blade. i only wish that someone would care about me and if i lived or died. im starting to doubt if my dad will even care. i hate my life. i hate having no friends, i hate the fact that ive never had a girl frined, i hate it when i get picked on at school. so im just going to disapear, as if anyone will notice.