Anyways, I'm not going to go into all the details about this epically suckish day but suicide was mentioned a lot. See, my father killed himself when I was five. This isn't and attention grabbing lie or a story for you to pity me with. It's just the truth. It doesn't bother me too much anymore but it did today. First, I heard people in the hallways at school talking about killing themselves. They were only exaggerating but today it just bothered me a little more than usual. And then a book I was reading in class talked about someone's father killing themselves. As if it couldn't get any worse, we talked about being a victim in my last class of the day. I mentioned that people think I'm a victim (which I'm not, I'm a survivor.) so everyone asked why and I had to explain my story to them. And of course, after I got home I broke down and cried. I'm a bit better now. Emotions right now:
Sorry for wasting your time with this rant. I just needed to get if off my back.
Oh, and if needed, I can take the blood off.
